The Chosen Few - Pig

We are the pure and chosen few

And all the rest are damned

There’s room enough in Hell for you

We don’t want Heaven crammed

With the likes of you

The likes of you, the likes of you

I’ll be your dirty compromise

So pure and godly and so wise

Watch sordid reputations rise

And Heaven’s broken deals demise

The true believers call

Walking on water… and they’re singing

Apocalypse for one and all

Apocalypse for one and all

Your curse and blessing takes its time

The beast will walk you down the line

My body burns to feed

On sheets of flame and need

The true believers call

Walking on water… and they’re singing

Try sleeping in my skin

Try saving me from sin

Try one step in my shoes

Try the bribe you can’t refuse

Try the taste temptation talks

Try the way where the wicked walk

Try silence when I call

Apocalypse for one and all

Apocalypse for one and all

Apocalypse for one and all

We are the pure and chosen few

And all the rest are damned

There’s room enough in Hell for you

We don’t want Heaven crammed with

The likes of you

The likes of you

With the likes of you

The likes of you, and you, and you, and you

Your god will bleed and bless the seed

To feed the poison pain you need

Your bullet and bayonet

The miracle of no regret

The true believers call

Walking on water and they’re singing

Apocalypse for one and all

Apocalypse for one and all

We are the pure and chosen few

And all the rest are damned

There’s room enough in Hell for you

We don’t want Heaven crammed with

The likes of you

The likes of you, with the likes of you

The true believers call

Walking on water and they’re singing

Try sleeping in my skin

Try saving me from sin

Try one step in my shoes

Try the bribe you can’t refuse

Try the taste temptation talks

Try the way where the wicked walk

Try silence when I call

Apocalypse for one and all

Apocalypse for one and all

Apocalypse for one and all

Don’t give me somewhere to kneel

Give me something that’s real

Apocalypse for one and all

Don’t give me somewhere to kneel

Give me something that’s real

Apocalypse for one and all

Just give me something that’s real

Apocalypse for one and all

Heed your prophets

We are the pure and chosen few

And all the rest are damned

There’s room enough in Hell for you

We don’t want Heaven crammed with

The likes of you