Pig Pile

A stiff lipped but fostered faith in love

she hides inside the vault

A heart that bites a voice that hums

Deep inside it all

Can't paint the kids indecent

Heart set on wet achievements

Stewed in their sad impatience

Pig pile on the pavement

This blood is weary weaving

This love is indecisive now

The flight of hawks and fury'd doves

fly off the white horse

Who's bucking hard and spitting blood

Knee high in crude oil

They keep the cash in cages

We fend for daily wages

Can't stop the kids from feeding

Don't bite back while they're beating

Take grace in your bereavement

You're tripping on the sequence

It's all the he said she said

Pig pile a pig pile a pig pile a pig pile a pig pile a pig

I used to drive on Saturdays

I used to push my cart

No cares no cares not a care in my heart

You could've hurt yourself

You could've broke my heart

No fairer scene has ever got me harder than the wheels you spin

And now we're taking turns as the spirit burns

North south east west up down

An elephant is sinking in

I could've lost myself I could've went with that

I could've hit it big and had a big fat

heart attack you feeling that

Can't paint the kids indecent

Heart set on wet achievements

Stewed in their sad impatience

A pig pile on the pavement

This love is weary weaving