Story Behind The Song
Written after being told a story about a woman and man having sex on the front lawn of their trailer-home. Police arrived and preceded to get out of hand, shooting the woman dead for waving a butterknife around in the air.
Song Description
Stylistic culmination of various funk, rock and hip-hop influences. Marking a synchronicity in Reason For Leaving's songwriting.
Song Length |
3:58 |
Genre |
Blues - Rock, R & B - Funk |
Tempo |
Fast (151 - 170) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Disconcerted, Outraged |
Subject |
Law Enforcement, Justice |
Similar Artists |
The Red Hot Chili Peppers, Outkast |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Verse 1:
Sweet, salty summertime lovin' up on their own front lawn, well, you could see the moon as well as the sun--
the heat was so hot, and the ground so dry, it was a sweet, sexual midnight run.
Oh, around the house twice, both naughty and nice, I think I did see it once or twice on Playboy, Cinemax, or maybe it was even Spice-- and it was her own damn boy that she did entice: the neighbors couldn't handle the lovin', so they called up the vice and I say:
Chorus 1:
What happened next might make some sick-- it just might even make a girl cry.
Still I'm gonna try to snap for your slice of love American Style, that's when the little piglets gave their guns a try
Verse 2:
When the pigs arrived, they oinked and strived to stop the love from growing. With pistols drawn, they came on strong and stopped the coupled lovers' frenzied flowing-- ol' grrrl got mad, she needed it so bad; took that shit straight up and out on her man-- before the pigs rolled, her rage took hold; and she stabbed his skinny, white ass outside by the garbage can.
Chorus 2:
Pigs came around all oinks and bells-- blew that whole damned place to hell-- all that she had was: "I can not tell"---- I'll tell it to your head, just like I tried ta said, and I said--
Whoo!!-- yeah!!! -- whoo!!!! (4x)
Piglets Revisited Bridge
You put your pigs in the pen, pigs in the pen, 'cuz they done kill't a defenseless hen, put yo' pigs in tha pen, yo' pigs in tha pen, cuz they done kill't a defenseless hen (2x)
Take some of my tax dollars to spend-- and you put them dirty, dirty pigs in their own damn pen-- if they've done something wrong. (2x)
Whoo!!-- yeah!!! -- whoo!!!! (4x)
Chorus 3:
What happened next might make some sick-- it just might even make some cry. Still I'm gonna try to snap for your slice of love American Style. That's when the little piglets gave their guns a try. With two hot bullets she paid the ultimate price-- they shot ol' grrrl in the heart not once, but twice. She was no "Hollywood Madam"-- she was no Heidi Fleiss-- and all she held in her hands was a dull, dull: Buttaknife.
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