Artist: Pink Floyd Album: Animals {1977}

If you 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 buggars to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing

You got to be crazy, you gotta have a real need
Gotta sleep on your toes and when you're on the street
You got to be able to pick up 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 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
Yeah, and in the end you'll pack up and fly down south
And 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 lose 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

Got to 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 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

Big man, pig man, ha ha - charade you are, woooo
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
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 hand gun
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh but you're really a cry

Hey you, White House, ha ha - charade you are
You house proud town mouse, ha ha - charade you are
You try 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

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
Well, I've looked over Jordan, and I've seen
Things are not what they seem

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 takes 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, yeah
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

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 bone
And any fool knows a dog needs a home
A shelter from pigs on the wing