| Song | No One Gets Out of Her Alive |
| Artist | Pig |
| Album | Wrecked |
| 作曲 : Watts, White | |
| I am the glutton dressed as glam | |
| The mutton and the ham | |
| My table's broke not turning | |
| My skin is crawling burning | |
| And though | |
| I stand for nothing | |
| I will fall for anything | |
| Tequila, a little more lime | |
| A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
| No one gets out of her alive | |
| A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
| A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
| No one gets out of her alive | |
| Absolved in absinthes | |
| I My crippled crew in carnage cry | |
| One more drink or surely die | |
| Now steer me through that needle's eye | |
| And then sit on the shit and shat on | |
| And broke apart for the broken | |
| And Satan begs to save us | |
| As Jesus cannot please us | |
| Salvation turns to degradation | |
| Fill the rig, feel the dig | |
| Inebriate me one more time | |
| A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
| No one gets out of her alive | |
| A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
| A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
| No one gets out of her alive | |
| My steak filled slut likes little mouths | |
| Spouts sticky stained pornography | |
| To force my bruised and aching head | |
| To suck both barrels and the lead | |
| My sweet assassin superdog | |
| Whose little tail will wag this hog | |
| And roll me over one more time | |
| A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
| I am the glutton dressed as glam | |
| The mutton and the ham | |
| My table's broke not turning | |
| My skin is crawling burning | |
| And though | |
| I stand for nothing | |
| I will fall for anything | |
| Tequila, a little more lime | |
| A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
| No one gets out of her alive | |
| A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
| A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
| No one gets out of her alive |
| zuò qǔ : Watts, White | |
| I am the glutton dressed as glam | |
| The mutton and the ham | |
| My table' s broke not turning | |
| My skin is crawling burning | |
| And though | |
| I stand for nothing | |
| I will fall for anything | |
| Tequila, a little more lime | |
| A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
| No one gets out of her alive | |
| A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
| A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
| No one gets out of her alive | |
| Absolved in absinthes | |
| I My crippled crew in carnage cry | |
| One more drink or surely die | |
| Now steer me through that needle' s eye | |
| And then sit on the shit and shat on | |
| And broke apart for the broken | |
| And Satan begs to save us | |
| As Jesus cannot please us | |
| Salvation turns to degradation | |
| Fill the rig, feel the dig | |
| Inebriate me one more time | |
| A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
| No one gets out of her alive | |
| A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
| A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
| No one gets out of her alive | |
| My steak filled slut likes little mouths | |
| Spouts sticky stained pornography | |
| To force my bruised and aching head | |
| To suck both barrels and the lead | |
| My sweet assassin superdog | |
| Whose little tail will wag this hog | |
| And roll me over one more time | |
| A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
| I am the glutton dressed as glam | |
| The mutton and the ham | |
| My table' s broke not turning | |
| My skin is crawling burning | |
| And though | |
| I stand for nothing | |
| I will fall for anything | |
| Tequila, a little more lime | |
| A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
| No one gets out of her alive | |
| A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
| A friend of the devil is a friend of mine | |
| No one gets out of her alive |