Pink Floyd - Pigs On The Wing/pigson The Wing /pigs 3different Ones/sheep Lyrics
Pigs On The WingIf you didn’t care what happened to me,And I didn’t care for youWe would zig zag our way through boredom and painOccasionally glancing up through the rainWondering which of the buggers to blameAnd watching for pigs on the wing.SheepHarmlessly passing your time in the grassland awayOnly dimly aware of a certain unease in the airYou better watch outThere may be dogs aboutI’ve looked over Jordan and I have seenThings are not what they seemWhat do you get for pretending the danger’s not realMeek and obedient you follow the leaderDown well trodden corridors, into the valley of steelWhat a surprise!A look of terminal shock in your eyesNow things are really what they seemNo, this is no bad dreamTHE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD. I SHALL NOT WANTHE MAKES ME DOWN TO LIETHROUGH PASTURES GREEN HE LEADETH ME THE SILENT WATERS BYWITH BRIGHT KNIVES HE RELEASES MY SOULHE MAKETH ME TO HANG ON HOOKS IN HIGH PLACESHE CONVERTETH ME TO LAMB CUTLETSFOR LO, HE HATH GREAT POWER AND GREAT HUNGERWHEN COMETH THE DAY WE LOWLY ONESTHROUGH QUIET REFLECTION, AND GREAT DEDICATION,MASTER THE ART OF KARATELO, WE SHALL RISE UP,AND THEN WE’LL MAKE THE BUGGER’S EYES WATER.Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a screamWave upon wave of demented avengersMarch cheerfully out of obscurity into the dreamHave you heard the news?The dogs are dead!You better stay home and do as you’re toldGet out of the road if you want to grow old.Pigs (Three different ones)Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you areYou well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you areAnd when your hand is on your heartYou’re nearly a good laughAlmost a jokerWith your head down in the pig binSaying, “Keep on digging”Pig stain on your fat chinWhat do you hope to find?When you’re down in the pig mineYou’re nearly a laugh,You’re nearly a laugh,But you’re really a cry.Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you areYou *****ed up old hag, ha ha charade you areYou radiate cold shafts of broken glassYou’re nearly a good laughAlmost worth a quick grinYou like the feel of steelYou’re hot stuff with a hat pinAnd good fun with a hand gunYou’re nearly a laugh,You’re nearly a laugh,But you’re really a cry.Hey you, Whitehouse,Ha ha charade you areYou house proud town mouseHa ha charade you areYou’re trying to keep your feelings off the streetYou’re nearly a real treatAll bright lips and cold feetAnd do you feel abused?ff…..! ff…..! ff…..! *****You gotta stem the evil tideAnd keep it all on the insideMary you’re really a treatMary you’re really a treatBut you’re really a cry.Pigs on the Wing (Part Two)You know that I care what happens to youAnd I know that you care for meSo I don’t feel aloneOr the weight of the stoneNow that I’ve found somewhere safeTo bury my boneAnd any fool knows a dog needs a homeA shelter from pigs on the wing
