Procol Harum - Piggy Pig Pig Lyrics
(originally wash yourself)Wash yourself and see your sorrow, make every pitcher cleanTake a mop to swab the floor and destroy the evil dreamCounting houses full of lead, the evil eye on highThe streets awash with blood and pus, the new moons in the skyGods aloft, the winds are ragingGods aloft, the winds are coldAfter leaving I was weeping - count it out in tollsWatch the book, the page is turning - how the tale unfoldsInside every cancered spectre,Inside-outside find your ownGods aloft, the winds are raging - gods aloft, the winds are cold