Piggy Songtext
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I was there when they hung the man
And I was there when they cut him down
And I don′t care what the coroner says
He was my brother too
Don't you hold that grudge against me
′Cause with the lips of little Georgie
Was after you and wasn't after me

Don't you want to know what it′s like
To be the piggy at the end of the knife?


I was there when they made her up from clay
To the starlet of the day
And in one of her more sober states
She decided to retreat
Don′t you hold that grudge against me
'Cause with the gut of a little piggy
Was there for you to be eaten by me

At least it′s clear what it feels like
To charge into that subtle knife

Wake, call of a lost, a loss
It's either gaining steam or it′s gathering moss
There's no in between when you′re a dependent
On the most phony abstract concepts
The most phallic abstract concepts
The most phony abstract concepts
The most phony phallic abstract concepts

Don't you want to know what it's like
To be that piggy at the end of the knife?