Pigs
We are all but a farrow
One shallow heart, one contempt soul
Lost in the pettiness of our lives
Oblivious to all around us
As the swine, moments before its end
Mostly Harmless
Pigs
We are all but a farrow
One shallow heart, one contempt soul
Lost in the pettiness of our lives
Oblivious to all around us
As the swine, moments before its end