Pigs On The Wing





If you didn’t care what happened to me,

And I didn’t care for you

We would zig zag our way through boredom and pain

Occasionally glancing up through the rain

Wondering which of the buggers to blame

And watching for pigs on the wing.



Sheep



Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away

Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air

You 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 for pretending the 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 no bad dream



THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD. I SHALL NOT WANT

HE MAKES ME DOWN TO LIE

THROUGH PASTURES GREEN HE LEADETH ME THE SILENT WATERS BY

WITH BRIGHT KNIVES HE RELEASES MY SOUL

HE MAKETH ME TO HANG ON HOOKS IN HIGH PLACES

HE CONVERTETH ME TO LAMB CUTLETS

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.



Bleating and babbling 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 (Three different ones)





Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are

You 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 fucked up old hag, 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 hat pin

And 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 bright lips and cold feet

And do you feel abused?

ff…..! ff…..! ff…..! fuck

You gotta stem the evil tide

And keep it all on the inside

Mary you’re really a treat

Mary you’re really a treat

But you’re really a cry.



Pigs on the Wing (Part Two)



You know that I care what happens to you

And I know that you care for me

So I don’t feel alone

Or the weight of the stone

Now that I’ve found somewhere safe

To bury my bone

And any fool knows a dog needs a home

A shelter from pigs on the wing








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