Pink Floyd "Pigs" Songtext

Pigs

Big man, pig man, ha ha,charade you areYou well heeled big wheel, ha ha,charade you areAnd when your hand is on your heartYou're nearly a good laughAlmost a jokerWith your head down in the pig binSaying "keep on digging"Pig stain on your fat chinWhat do you hope to find?When you're down in the pig mineYou're nearly a laughYou're nearly a laughBut you're really a cry.

Bus stop rat bag, ha ha,charade you areYou fucked up old hag, ha ha,charade you areYou radiate cold shafts of brokenglassYou're nearly a good laughAlmost worth a quick grinYou like the feel of steelYou're hot stuff with a hat pinAnd good fun with a hand gunYou're nearly a laughYou're nearly a laughBut you're really a cry.

Hey you Whitehouse, ha ha,charade you areYou house proud town mouse,ha ha, charade you areYou're trying to keep your feelings offthe streetYou're nearly a real treatAll tight lips and cold feetAnd do you feel abused?....!...!...!You gotta stem the evil tideAnd keep it all on the insideMary you're nearly a treatMary you're nearly a treatBut you're really a cry.

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