Pigs (Three Different Ones) – Pink Floyd (Letras)

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 head down in the pig bin,
Saying, keep on digging.
Pig stain on your fat chin.
What do you hope to find?
When you re 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 you re 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 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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