Pink Floyd - Pigs (Three Different Ones)

PINK FLOYD


Pigs (Three Different Ones) Lyrics

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?
Down in the pig mine. 1
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 off the street
You're nearly a real treat,
All tight lips and 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.

Songwriter(s): Roger Waters
Copyright: Artemis Muziekuitgeverij B.V., Roger Waters Music Overseas Ltd.
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