Big yourself up with pigs

We need more sadistic surgeons
In the British Armed forces
Who can take live pigs and operate
On them, that’s what some do
With a terrible bedside manner
And no Hippocratic oath
These worthless bits of shit
Are nothing but this which is true

They are known as instructors
Who sterilise and cauterise
And do all this before your eyes
Oh yes they ruddy well do
None of this homeopathic nonsense
Or the Ayurvedic stuff
Just get in with the scalpels
And cut lumps out of you

The poor pigs lie their bleeding
Where there are no complications
It’s the battlefield procedure
Bloodletting all the way
If this is revealing
There is no talk now of healing
Just the renewal and the reawakening
For which they have to pay

Typically bloodied animals
Deteriorating rapidly
Leaking blood like nobody
Nobody I know
Ruptures and abrasions
Cicatrice and gashes
Dressing every which way
The antidotes show

As for all the soldiers
That have to do these things
Like putting on a tourniquet
And transfusion that just brings
Needling and injection
Perhaps a strong erection
Leading to dejection
And possibly detection

Those so called vile instructors
Teach it all so clinically
Systematic killing
Synonymous with the signs
A symphony of purdah
The machines are making
Murder
It’s the slaughtering of the innocent
The frightened of those who
Get into the cavities
And cut them good and true

The army have their messages
Of tearing through the skin
Of cutting back the tissue
For either kith or kin
To neutralise the lesions
To break and force the tail
The pigs are going through the hoop
Leaving a bloody trail

The army is at odds with all this cruelty

The pigs are getting sick of it you know
Rendering their flesh setting up a mesh
And being as reactive as to show
Shootings and of course decapitation
A frenzy and a madness to be seen
It’s all about misuse and terrible abuse
And I for certain think it is obscene