Pigs ( The Different Ones ) Songtext / Lyric

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

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 got to 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