Animals
Animals

* Pigs on the Wing part 1 * Dogs * Pigs on the Wing (three different ones) * Sheep * Pigs on the Wing part 2 *
Pigs on the Wing part 1
 If you didn't care what happened to me
And I didn't care for you
We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain
Wondering which of the buggers to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing.
Dogs
 You gotta be crazy, gotta have a real need,
You gotta sleep on your toes and when you're on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently downwind and out of the sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking
And after a while you can work on the points for style
Like a club tie and a firm handshake,
The certain look in the eyes and the easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's gonna get harder, harder and harder
As you get older
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man all alone and dying of cancer

And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.

Gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try to shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?

Deaf, dumped and blind you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
Everything's done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

Who was born in a house full of pain,
Who was trained not to spit in the fan,
Who was told what to do by the man,
Who was broken by trained personnel,
Who was fitted with collar and chain,
Who was given a pat on the back,
Who was breaking away from the pack,
Who was only a stranger at home,
Who was ground down in the end,
Who was found dead on the phone,
Who was dragged down by the stone.
Pigs on the Wing (three different ones)
Big man, pig man, ha ha, charade you are
You're well heeled big wheel, ha ha, charade you are
And when your hand is on your heart
You're nearly a good laugh, almost a joker
With your head down in the pig bin,
Saying "Keep on digging"
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find?
When you're down in the pig mine,
You're nearly a laugh, you're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry

Bus stop rat bag, ha ha, charade you are
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass,
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost worth a quick grin
You like the feel of steel,
You're hot stuff with a hatpin,
A good fun with a hand gun,
You're nearly a laugh, you're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.

Hey you, Whitehouse, ha ha, charade you are
You house proud town mouse, ha ha, charade you are
You're trying to keep your feelings off the street,
You're nearly a real treat
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
*sigh*!!! *sigh*!!! *sigh*!!! *sigh*!!!
You gotta stern the evil tide
And keep it all on the inside
Mary, you're nearly a treat, Mary, you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry.
Sheep
 Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
You'd better watch out
There may be dogs about
I've looked over Jordan and I have seen
Things are not what they seem

What do you get from pretending that danger's not real?
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes
Now things are really what they seem
No, this is not a bad dream.

The Lord is ny shepherd, I shall not want
He maketh me down to lie
Through pastures green he leadeth me silent waters by
With bright knives he releaseth my soul
He makes me to hang on hooks in high places
He converteth me to lamb cottlets,
For Lo he hath great power and great hunger
When cometh the day we lowly ones
Through quiet reflection and great dedication
Master the art of karate
Lo we shall rise up
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water

Bleeding and bubbling I fell on his neck with a scream
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream

Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you're told
Get out of the road if you want to grow old.

Pigs on the Wing part 2.
You know that I care what happens to you
And I know that you care for me too
So I don't feel alone
Or the weight of the stone
Now that I've found somwhere safe
To bury my bones
And any fool knows a dog needs a home
A shelter from pigs on the wing.

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