Swine
Cigar smoke and boardroom gloss
Your world is built on a woman's loss
A handshake deal, a leering smile
You've been propped up for such a long while
Your punchline's a lawsuit, your joke's a threat
A kingdom of glass, and you're starting to sweat.
Cut-up line, spoken in a whisper over the riff: "The old man's club... membership is bleeding out."
You're the last pig at the trough!
Squealing for a world that's long called your bluff!
Your crown is cracked, your throne is splintered wood
We always knew you never were any good!
Oink, oink, bang, bang.
Your pathetic reign... is starting to sag.
I wore your tie, I spoke your lies
To get a seat where I could see the poison in your eyes
Your empathy's a decimal, on a spreadsheet, black and red
Your violence is a policy that's running through your head.
Cut-up line, screamed: "Broken code! Fossil soul!"
You're the last pig at the trough!
Squealing for a world that's long called your bluff!
Your crown is cracked, your throne is splintered wood
We always knew you never were any good!
Oink, oink, bang, bang.
Your pathetic reign... is starting to sag.
The patriarch's last gasp... it smells like fear and cheap aftershave.
You build your walls so high, just to see the shadows that you crave.
A dinosaur in a suit, screaming at the coming meteor's light.
You're not a king... you're just a symptom of the blight.
[Band slams back in with utter fury. The vocals are now a raw, screaming roar.]
YOU'RE THE LAST PIG AT THE TROUGH!
SQUEALING FOR A WORLD THAT'S LONG CALLED YOUR BLUFF!
YOUR CROWN IS CRACKED, YOUR THRONE IS SPLINTERED WOOD
WE ALWAYS KNEW YOU NEVER WERE ANY GOOD!
OINK, OINK, BANG, BANG!
YOUR PATHETIC REIGN... IS SAGGING!
The last of your kind... rotting from the inside.
A dangerous animal... cornered.
A pig in a sty... called power.
Oink... oink... oink...
