User:TigerBlazer

If I didn't care, what happened to me

And I didn't care, for you

We would zig zag our way, through the boredom and pain

Occasionally glancing up through the rain

Wondering which of the buggers to blame

And watching, for pigs on the wing.

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You got to be crazy, gotta have a real need

Got to sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street

Got to be able to pick out the easy meat, with your eyes closed

Then moving in silently down wind and out of sight

You got to strike when the moment is right, without thinking

And after a while, you can work on points for style

Like the club tie, and the firm handshake

A certain look in the eye and an easy simile

You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to

So that when they turn their backs on you

You'll get the chance to put the knife in

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder

You know it's gonna get harder, harder, and harder as you get older

Yeah, and in the end you'll pack up and fly down south

Hide your head in the sand

Just another sad old man

All alone and dying of cancer

And when you lose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown

And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone

And it's too late to lose the weight you use to throw around

So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone

Dragged down by the stone

Gotta admit, that I'm a little bit confused

Sometimes it just seems to me as if I'm just being used

Gotta stay awake gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise

If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending

That everyone's expendable and no one has a real friend

And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner

And everything's done under the sun

And you beleive at heart everyone's a killer

Who was born in a house full of pain

Who was trained not to spit in the fan

Who was told what to do by the man

Who was broken by trained personnel

Who was fitted with collar and chain

Who was given a pat on the back

Who was breaking away from the pack

Who was only a stranger at home

Who was ground down in the end

Who was found dead on the phone

Who was dragged down by the stone

Who was dragged down by the stone

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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

Sayin', "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 hatpin

And good fun with a handgun

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 tryin' to keep our feelings off the street

You're nearly a real treat

All tight lips and cold feet

And do you feel abused?

!....!....!....!....!....!

Gotta 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

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Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away

Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air

You better watch out

There may be dogs about

I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen

What do you get for pretending the danger's not real

Meek and obedient, you follow the leader

Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel

What a surprise!

A look of terminal shock in your eyes

Now things are really what they seem

No, this is no bad dream

(The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want

He makes me down to lie

Through pastures green, He leadeth me the silent waters by

With bright knives, He releaseth my soul

He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places

He converteth me to lamb cutlets

For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger

When cometh the day we lowly ones

Through quiet reflection, and great dedication

Master the art of karate

Lo, we shall rise up

And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water)

Bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream

Wave upon wave of demented avengers

March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream

Have you heard the news?

The dogs are dead!

You better stay home

And do as you're told

Get out of the road if you want to grow old

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You know that I care what happens to you

And I know that you care for me too

So I don't feel alone or the weight of the stone

Now that I've found somewhere safe to bury my bones

And any fool knows a dog needs a home

A shelter from pigs on the wing