Little Pigs Songtext
von Robert Pollard

If you must come back
If you hunt and track
On the scent again
I could never let you in
If you scream and shout
Till the nails pop out
I know where you′ve been
I could never let you in


I want all things to be inclined
To be what I want all of the time
I could always get you
I could never let you win

Could be it in my fate
Find an unlocked gate
House is open wide
I could always let you slide
Into a boiling pot
Through an oven door
That's what friends are for
I could never let you score


I want all things to be inclined
To be what I want all of the time
I could always get you
I could never let you win