Animals Pigs On The Wing 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

!ogs
"ou gotta be crazy, you gotta ha#e a real need "ou gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're onthe street "ou gotta be able to pic$ out the easy meat withyour eyes closed And then mo#ing in silently, down wind and out ofsight "ou gotta stri$e when the moment is right withoutthin$ing And after a while, you can wor$ on points for style %i$e the club tie, and the firm handsha$e A certain loo$ in the eye, and an easy smile "ou ha#e to be trusted by the people that you lie to &o that when they turn their bac$s on you "ou'll get the chance to put the $nife in "ou gotta $eep one eye loo$ing o#er your shoulder "ou $now it's going to get harder, and harder, andharder as you get older And in the end you'll pac$, fly down south 'ide your head in the sand (ust another sad old man All alone and dying of cancer And when you loose control, you'll reap the har#estthat you'#e sown And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows andturns to stone And it's too late to loose the weight you used toneed to throw around &o ha#e a good drown, as you go down alone !ragged down by the stone I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused &ometimes it seems to me as if I'm )ust being used *otta stay awa$e, gotta try and sha$e of thiscreeping malaise If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find myway out of this maze+ !eaf, dumb, and blind, you )ust $eep on pretending That e#eryone's e,pendable and no-one had a realfriend

And it seems to you the thing to do would be toisolate the winner And you belie#e at heart, e#eryone's a $iller Who was born in a house full of pain Who was trained not to spit in the fan Who was told what to do by the man Who was bro$en by trained personnel Who was fitted with collar and chain Who was gi#en a seat in the stand Who was brea$ing away from the pac$ 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 .Three !ifferent Ones/

0ig man, pig man, ha ha, charade you are "ou well heeled big wheel, ha ha, charade you are And when your hand is on your heart "ou're nearly a good laugh Almost a )o$er With your head down in the pig bin &aying 1$eep on digging1 Pig stain on your fat chin What do you hope to find+ When you're down in the pig mine "ou're nearly a laugh "ou're nearly a laugh 0ut you're really a cry 0us stop rat bag, ha ha, charade you are "ou messed up old hag, ha ha, charade you are "ou radiate cold shafts of bro$en glass "ou're nearly a good laugh Almost worth a 2uic$ grin "ou li$e the feel of steel "ou're hot stuff with a hat pin And good fun with a hand gun "ou're nearly a laugh "ou're nearly a laugh 0ut you're really a cry 'ey you Whitehouse, ha ha, charade you are "ou house proud town mouse, ha ha, charade youare "ou're trying to $eep your feelings off the street "ou're nearly a real treat All tight lips and cold feet And do you feel abused+ 3 3 3 "ou gotta stem the e#il tide

And $eep it all on the inside 4ary you're nearly a treat 4ary you're nearly a treat 0ut you're really a cry

&heep
'armlessly passing your time in the grassland away Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air "ou better watch out There may be dogs about I'#e loo$ed o#er (ordan and I ha#e seen Things are not what they seem What do you get for pretending the danger's notreal 4ee$ and obedient you follow the leader !own well trodden corridors into the #alley of steel What a surprise3 A loo$ of terminal shoc$ in your eyes 5ow things are really what they seem 5o, this is no bad dream The %ord is my shepherd, I shall not want 'e ma$es me down to lie Through pastures green he leadeth me the silentwaters by With bright $ni#es he releaseth my soul 'e ma$eth me to hang on hoo$s in high places 'e con#erteth me to lamb cutlets 6or lo,m he hath great power and great hunger When cometh the day we lowly ones Through 2uiet reflection and great dedication 4aster the art of $arate %o, we shall rise up And then we'll ma$e the bugger's eyes water 0lasting and bubbling I fell on his nec$ with ascream Wa#e upon wa#e of demented a#engers 4arch cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream 'a#e you heard the news+ The dogs are dead3 "ou better stay home And do as you're told *et out of the road if you want to grow old

Pigs On The Wing 7

"ou $now that I care what happens to you And I $now that you care for me &o I don't feel alone Of the weight of the stone

5ow that I'#e found somewhere safe To bury my bone And any fool $nows a dog needs a home