Truffle Pigs

Don't fail me now

Don't you even fucking think it

We're dead somehow

But somehow we're still breathing

The secret's out

But it's too loud to think it

Whatever drowns the counting machines out

That drive you

And drive you

To eat

To eat shit

To eat

To eat shit

Don't leave me now

Don't you even fucking think it

I'm not myself

But somehow I'm still being him

The secret's out

But it's too loud to think it

Whatever drowns the truffle pigs out

Will drive you

And drive you

To eat

To eat shit

To eat

To eat shit

To eat

To eat shit

Hi, this is Matt, I'm not around

Uh, so leave your name and your number

And I'll get back to you as soon as I can, thanks

Hi Matt, it's Jen, I'm leaving now

Give me a call when you get in

I'll talk to you later, bye

Tuning stand?

I think so