Pink Floyd. Animals. (p)1977 ¡ p10.jpg 3_1. Pigs on the Wing 1 3_2. Dogs 3_3. Pigs (Three Different Ones) 3_4. Sheep 3_5. Pigs on the Wing 2 3_1. Pigs on the Wing (part 1) If you didn't care for me and I didn't care for you We would zig zag our way through the boresome and pain Occasionally glaming up through the rain Wondering which of the buggers to blame And watching for pigs on the wing 3_2. Dogs You gotta be crazy you gotta have a real need You gotta sleep on your toes and when you're on the street You gotta be able to pick out the easy meet With your eyes down And then moving in silently down Wind and out of sight You gotta s.... When the moment is right Without thinking And after a while you can work on pourt for style Like the club tie and the firm handshake A ^ertain look in the eye and an easy smile You have to be trusted by the people than you lie to So that when they him their backson you You'll get the chance to put the knife in You gotta keep one eye looking over your showlder You know it's goin to get harder and harder as you get away And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south Hide your head in the sand just another sad old man All along and dying of cancer And when you loose control you'll reap the harvest you have sown And as the fear grows the bad blood slows and tunes to stone So have a good drown as you go down alone Dragged down by the storm I gotta armit that I'm a little bit confused Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just been used Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake of this creeping malaise If I don't stard my own ground how can I find my own way out of this maze? Deal dumb and blind you just keep on pretending That everyone's expendable and no one has a real friend Ind it seems to you the thing to do would be to is late the winner And everything's done Under the sun And you believe 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 that to do by the man Who was broken by trained personnel Who was bitted with colour and chain Who was given a seat in the stand Who was breaking away from the pack Who was only a tranger at home Who was ground down in the end Who was found dead on the phone Who was dragged down by the storm 3_3. Pigs (Three Different Ones) Big man pig man ha ha sharade you are You well heeled big wheel ha ha sharade 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 Saying "Keep on diggin" Pig staing on your fat chin What do you hope to find? When you're down in the pig mine You're nearly a laugh But you're really cry Bus stop rat bag ha ha sharade you are You facked up old hag ha ha sharade you are You radiate cold shafts of broken glass You're nearly a good laugh Almost worth a guick grin You like the feel of steel You're hot stuff with a hat pin And good fan with a hand gun You're nearly a laugh But you're really cry Hey, you, whitehouse ha ha sharade you are You house proud town mouse ha ha sharade you are You trying to keep our feelings off the street You're nearly a real treat All tight lips and cold feet And do you feel a bused ..! ..! ..! ..! You gotta slem the evil tide And keep it all on the inside Mary you're nearly a treat But you're really a cry 3_4. SheÅÒ Harmlessly passing you time in the grassland away Only dimly aware of a certain uneasy in the air You better watch out There may be dogs about I've looked over Jordan and I have seen Things are not what they seem What do you get for pretending the dangers not real Meek and obidient you follow the leader down well trodden coiridors into the walley of steel What a surprise! A look af terminal shock in your eyes Now things are really what they seem No this is no bad dream The lord is my shepherd I'll not want he maketh me down to lie Through pashires green he leadeth me the silent waters by With bright knives he releaseth my soul He maketh me to hand on hooks in high places He converteth me to lamb cutlets For low he has great power and great hunger When cmeth the day we lowly ones Through quiet reflection and great dedication Master the art of karate So we shall rise up And then we'll make the buggers eyes water Breating and bubbling I feel on his neck with a stream Wave upon wave of demented avengers march cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream Have you heard a 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 3_5. Pigs on the Wing (part 2) You know that I care what happens to you And I know that you care for me So I don't feel alone or the weight of the stone Now that I found somewhere safe to bury my bone And any fool knows a dog needs a home A shelter from pigs on the wing