Animals
Produced by Pink Floyd
Released January 23, 1977
"Pigs on the Wing (Part One)"
(Waters)
If you didn't care what happened
to me,
And I didn't care for you,
We would zig zag our way through
the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through
the rain.
Wondering which of the buggars
to blame
And watching for pigs on the
wing.
"Dogs" (Waters, Gilmour)
You gotta be crazy, you gotta
have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes,
and when you're on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out
the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently,
down wind and out of sight,
You gotta strike when the moment
is right without thinking.
And after a while, you can work
on points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm
handshake,
A certain look in the eye and
an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the
people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their
backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put
the knife in.
You gotta keep one eye looking
over your shoulder.
You know it's going to
get harder, and harder, and harder as you
get older.
And in the end you'll pack up
and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.
And when you loose control, you'll
reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad
blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to lose the
weight you used to need to throw
around.
So have a good drown, as you
go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.
I gotta admint that I'm a little
bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as
if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try
and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground,
how can I find my way out of this
maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just
keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and
no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing
to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under
the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone's
a killer.
Who was born in a house full
of pain.
Who was trained not to spit
in the fan.
Who was told what to do by the
man.
Who was broken by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and
chain.
Who was given a seat in the
stand.
Who was breaking away from the
pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the
stone.
"Pigs (Three Different Ones)"
(Waters)
Big man, pig man, ha ha charade
you are.
You well heeled big wheel, ha
ha charade you are.
And when your hand is on your
heart,
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost a joker,
With your head down in the pig
bin,
Saying "Keep on digging."
Pig stain on your fat chin.
What do you hope to find.
When you're down in the pig
mine.
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.
Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade
you are.
You fucked up old hag, ha ha
charade you are.
You radiate cold shafts of broken
glass.
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost worth a quick grin.
You like the feel of steel,
You're hot stuff with a hatpin,
And good fun with a hand gun.
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.
Hey you, Whitehouse,
Ha ha charade you are.
You house proud town mouse,
Ha ha charade you are
You're trying to keep our feelings
off the street.
You're nearly a real treat,
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
.....! .....! .....! .....!
You gotta stem the evil tide,
And keep it all on the inside.
Mary you're nearly a treat,
Mary you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry.
"Sheep" (Waters)
Harmlessly passing your time
in the grassland away;
Only dimly aware of a certain
unease in the air.
You better watch out,
There may be dogs about
I've looked over Jordan, and
I have seen
Things are not what they seem.
What do you get for pretending
the danger's not real.
Meek and obedient you follow
the leader
Down well trodden corridors
into the valley of steel.
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in
your eyes.
Now things are really what they
seem.
No, this is no bad dream.
The
Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He
makes me down to lie
Through
pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.
With
bright knives He releaseth my soul.
He
maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He
converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For
lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
When
cometh the day we lowly ones,
Through
quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master
the art of karate,
Lo,
we shall rise up,
And
then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.
Bleating and babbling I fell
on his neck with a scream.
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity
into the dream.
Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you're told.
Get out of the road if you want
to grow old.
"Pigs on the Wing (Part Two)"
(Waters)
You know that I care what happens
to you,
And I know that you care for
me.
So I don't feel alone,
Or the weight of the stone,
Now that I've found somewhere
safe
To bury my bone.
And any fool knows a dog needs
a home,
A shelter from pigs on the wing.