Pig

Listen to the horn blow
Up against the night glow
Someone left the bodies in the garden
Of the war show
Dig a grave or foxhole, pile up the dead souls
Someone saw the bodies, call damage control
Better get to know my name
Better get to know my game
The big celebration is getting me high
Feel the sensation of just getting by
Don't know the answer, but I know the game
Treat them well/give them hell/buy and sell
Welcome to the rodeo-pig

Better get to know my name
Better get to know my game
None ye business where I dig
I'm a pig, I'm a pig, I'm a pig, pig, pig

Filling out the blank check
Ready on the flight deck
Pack in the munitions for a full-blown-total-wreck
Filling in the black hole, counting up the death toll, some
One hung a body on the public opinion poll

They do what they want to do, got hand over you
And all the dreams of what you were gone bye
So tell it to the wall, it doesn't hear you after all
And all the dreams of what you want will fly
When pigs fly