Mr. Strange - Piggy lyrics
[Mr. Strange - Piggy lyrics]
This little piggy don't play nice
(I think he’s got a knife)
This little piggy's going to fuck things up
Right up, right up, right up
There's boiling seas inside of me
There is an art to anarchy
I’ve got a match and a bloody grin
I just don't know where to begin
Go! Go, go piggy, go! Go! Go, go piggy, go!
Piggy can make a sound
My voice can shake the ground
I'll blow your houses down
It's a long time coming around
Piggy got a gun now Piggy's on the run
Lookin' for some fun flying into the sun
They always used to say:
"He does not play well with others"
Kids can tell he's not the same
"I put blame on the mother"
Antisocial and strange
"He does not play well with others"
They tell their kids to stay away
"Something's wrong with that boy"
This little piggy won’t go home
(My God, look how he’s grown)
This little piggy's going to tear things down
Right down, right down, right down
There is my blood inside these rhymes
Written with the sounds of a child’s crimes
There is a new tale to be told
I killed the wolf and ate his soul
If I'm going down i'm taking you all with me
Flames light up your eyes
The look of fear and surprise
Go! Go, go piggy, go! Go! Go, go piggy, go!
They always used to say:
"He does not play well with others"
Kids can tell he's not the same
"I put blame on the mother"
Antisocial and strange
"He does not play well with others"
They tell their kids to stay away
"Something’s wrong with that boy"
(I think he’s got a knife)
This little piggy's going to fuck things up
Right up, right up, right up
There's boiling seas inside of me
There is an art to anarchy
I’ve got a match and a bloody grin
I just don't know where to begin
Go! Go, go piggy, go! Go! Go, go piggy, go!
Piggy can make a sound
My voice can shake the ground
I'll blow your houses down
It's a long time coming around
Piggy got a gun now Piggy's on the run
Lookin' for some fun flying into the sun
They always used to say:
"He does not play well with others"
Kids can tell he's not the same
"I put blame on the mother"
Antisocial and strange
"He does not play well with others"
They tell their kids to stay away
"Something's wrong with that boy"
This little piggy won’t go home
(My God, look how he’s grown)
This little piggy's going to tear things down
Right down, right down, right down
There is my blood inside these rhymes
Written with the sounds of a child’s crimes
There is a new tale to be told
I killed the wolf and ate his soul
If I'm going down i'm taking you all with me
Flames light up your eyes
The look of fear and surprise
Go! Go, go piggy, go! Go! Go, go piggy, go!
They always used to say:
"He does not play well with others"
Kids can tell he's not the same
"I put blame on the mother"
Antisocial and strange
"He does not play well with others"
They tell their kids to stay away
"Something’s wrong with that boy"