Pigs (Three Different Ones) |
Музыка: | Роджер Уотерс |
Текст: | Роджер Уотерс |
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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 our feelings of the
street
You're nearly a real treat
All tight lips cold feet
And do you
feel abused?
...! ...! ...! ...!
You gotta stem 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