Mining for Pork

We are miners, pork rind miners
To the boor house we must go
Pour your bottles on our shoulders
We are marching to the slow

On the line boys, on the line boys
Skin the suidae and stand in line
Till the line boss comes to tell you
You must exuviate it out on top

Can't you feel the rind dust in your lungs?
It'll cut down a miner when he is still young
Two years and the swinecosis takes hold
And I feel like I'm dying from mining for pork

Yes I feel like I'm dying from mining for pork

Ted Jerome • 2004-07-15 11:43am

Uh, Jer, did you *eat* that flower pictured above?

jerry • 2004-07-15 03:10pm

They tell you to write down whatever you remember upon first waking.

I woke up with this song going through my head and the "coal dust" line reminding me of eating pork rinds (on the drive back from Wyoming). Eat a rind wrong and you end up coughing and hacking inhaled pork rind dust.

Makes perfect sense. Right?

info