Pig Is a Pig

Now This Song Is Dedicated

To A Special Kind Of Person

The Kind Of Person That's Hiding

Under Rocks And In Closets

Wherever You Go

Hiding

Behind A Guise Of Respectability

The Cowardly Journalist

Who Hides Behind His Typewriter

Exploiting People Who Can't Fight Back

The Assassin

Who Strikes People By Surprise

The Sickie Sadist

Who Hides Behind His Police Badge

To Commit Crimes Of Violence

Against Other People

Whatever Role They Are Playing

These Creeps

Are Always The Same

Because

A Pig Is A Pig

And That's That

(Ichi Ni San Shi)

Your Stinkin' Lies Are So Lame

Your Stupid Ideas Are The Same

A Pig Is A Pig

And That's That

You Know Who You Are

Your Phoney Pose Is So Old

You're Just A Product From The Mold

A Pig Is A Pig

And That's That

You Know Who You Are

I Can Predict What You'll Do

'cause Everyone Else Is Like You

A Pig Is A Pig

And That's That

Stupid Mean And Ugly

Down In The Dirt Where You Go

Lower Than You You Can't Go

A Pig Is A Pig

And That's That

Big Brother's Watching You

You Can Dress Up In Disguises

You Can Try To Mesmerize 'em

You Can Surround

Yourself With Friends

Who Tell You What You Want To Hear

But In The End No Matter What You Do

You Will Come Shining Through