Pigs

It’s strange that pigs don’t fly
I see it all the time
The lights they have, just burn my eyes
I’m stunned, I’m blind

I like to run them over
And set fire to all the Piggies
Any time

I’m twisted and I’m fried
If I loved you then I lied
The price you pay, is far too high
We live, we die

I feel a bit done over
I can here the rotten Piggies
All the time

There’s nothing left to say
I see you every day
The words come out, but don’t go in
Give up, cave in

I seem to be run over
I can feel Piggies around us
All the time

Just
Jail food on a plate
Not fed and under wait
I’ve done no crime, but done the time
We pay, to play

I feel a bit done over
I can here the rotten Piggies
All the time
yeaaaahh
I seem to be run over
I can feel Piggies around us
All the time
©Friday, 01 January 2010 Alex Kyriacou