LYRICS
The pig is at the trough
Doing what he does best
When it comes to slop… never gets enough
If you think you’re winning the battle
You’re really losing the war
Even though the saber you rattle
You’re really losing the war, for sure
The pig is in the mud
Just like all the rest
Living in the rough… pulling his pud
Chorus
The pig is ready for slaughter
Put to sleep with the captain’s daughter
Outta the pan… into the fire… getting hotter
Chorus
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: D A E / A E / A G A C A
Recording: live
Vocals, Guitar
Written at the corner of Gay and Church Streets. Recorded at Everhart Park in Chester County, West Chester, PA.
From the album Gay Church