Pink Floyd - Pigs Lyrics
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 *****ed up old hag, ha ha, charade you areYou radiate cold shafts of broken glassYou'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 off the 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.
