Dead pigs, what gives?
monkey tricks and politics.

The empty street where new brooms swept, bombs exploded, mother wept, wrapped up, trapped in,
faces all around look grim.

Dead pigs
What gives,
who decides who dies or lives?

It's genocide although they lie and how they tried convincing us.

Dead pigs
what gives?

Authority is blinding you, it's blinding me, we're all blind to authority.

Dead pigs tell no lies
what gives?

Everyone has one to hide
secrets buried deep inside,
bodies buried everywhere,
I ask you
do we really care.