PIGS ARE SUCH MEN

I raise my head
To stare studyingly
At the red blotchy skin
And sullen bloody eyes
That look back at me.
There's no such thing as love,
Only sex and conversation.
Because in the end,
That's all there ever was.
Tra, la, la;
Pigs are such men;
Tra, la, la.

I wonder if I'm really
Seeing the reality.
That face is so dimly lit
By the flickering light of
Life in half shadows.
There's no such thing as love,
Only sex and conversation.
Because in the end,
That's all there ever was.
Tra, la, la;
Pigs are such men;
Tra, la, la.

The knots in my stomach
Swell up into a giant balloon
That lodges itself in my chest
For a moment, then becomes an
Uncontrollable sob, after sob, after
There's no such thing as love,
Only sex and conversation.
Because in the end,
That's all there ever was.
Tra, la, la;
Pigs are such men;
Tra, la, la.

Some days are just OK,
Some days are total shit.
Why am I such a fuck-up?
Could death be as painful and
Should I just drive off a bridge?
There's no such thing as love,
Only sex and conversation.
Because in the end,
That's all there ever was.
Tra, la, la;
Pigs are such men;
Tra, la, la.

Finally I stumble back
Into the world hoping
To catch any distraction by chance
In an effort to numb myself
And lick crumbs of pleasure off the ground.
There's no such thing as love,
Only sex and conversation.
Because in the end,
That's all there ever was.
Tra, la, la;
Pigs are such men;
Tra, la, la.

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