Like a pigs on the wing
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 blameAnd watching for pigs on the wing.
You know that I care what happens to you
And I know that you care for me
So I don't feel alone
Of 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
Etichette: Pigs, Pink Floyd, wind

Ireland









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