DOGS
You've got to be crazy
Gotta have a real need
Gotta sleep on your toes and when you are on the street
You've got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
Then moving in silently down wind and out of sight
You have to to strike when the moment is right without thinking
After awhile you can work on points for style
Like club tie and the firm hand shake
Sudden look in the eye and the easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You've got to keep one eye looking over your shoulder
No, it's gonna get harder, harder, and harder as you get older
Yeah, and in the end you'll pack up, fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man, all alone, dying of cancer
And when you lose control, you will reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's to late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good time, as ya go down, 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
Got to stay awake, got to 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 is expendable and no one has a real friend
And it seems to you the things you do would be to isolate the winner
And everything down 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, breading away
Who was only a stranger at home, only a stranger
Who was ground down in the end, ground down
Who was found dead on the phone, found dead
Who was dragged down by the stone
Who was dragged down by the stone

PIGS (Three Different Ones) (part one)
Pig man, big man, ha ha charade you are
You, well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are
And when your hand is on your heart,
Your nearly a good laugh, almost a joker
With your head down in the pig bins saying "keep on digging"
Pig stain on you fat chin
What do you hope to find?
When you're down in the pig mine
Your nearly a laugh
Your nearly a laugh but you really a cry

PIGS (Three Different Ones) (part two)
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
Your 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
Your nearly a laugh
Your nearly a laugh but your really a cry
Hey you, white house, ha ha charade you are
You house proud, town house, ha ha charade you are
You are 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've 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
Purposely 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 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
Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream
Wave upon wave of demented avengers march cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream
Have ya heard the news, the dogs are dead
You better stay home and do as you are told
Get out of the road if you want to grow old

PIGS ON THE WING (part two)
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