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 meat with your eyes closed

And then moving in silently
Down wind and out of sight
You gotta 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 smile
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 going to get harder
And harder and harder as you get older

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 loose 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 loose the weight
You used to need to throw around
So have a good drown as you go down all alone
Dragged down by the stone

I gotta admit
That I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it 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 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 what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel

Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a seat in the stand
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



Pigs (three different ones)

(Waters)

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

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 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



Sheep

(Waters)

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 things are not what they seem

What do you get for pretending the dangers 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
Trough quiet reflection and great dedication
Master the art of karate
Lo, we shall rise up
And then we'll make the buggers eyes water"

Bleating and babbling
I fell on his neck with a scream
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity unto 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



Pigs on the wing part 2

(Waters)

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've found somewhere safe to bury my bone
And any fool knows a dog needs a home
A shelter from pigs on the wing