Animals
Produced
by Pink Floyd Released January 23, 1977
"Pigs on the
Wing (Part One)" (Waters) 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 blame And watching for pigs on the wing.
"Dogs" (Waters, Gilmour)
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need. You
gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your
eyes closed. And then moving in silently, down
wind and out of sight, You gotta strike when
the moment is right without thinking. And after a while, you
can work on points for style. Like the club tie, and the firm
handshake, A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to, So
that when they turn their backs on you, You'll get the chance
to put the knife in. You gotta keep one eye looking over your
shoulder. You know it's going to get harder, and harder,
and harder as you get older. And in the end you'll pack
up and fly down south, Hide your head in the sand, Just
another sad old man, All alone and dying of cancer. And
when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to
stone. And it's too late to lose the weight you used to
need to throw around. So have a good drown, as you go down, all
alone, Dragged down by the stone. I gotta
admit that I'm a little bit confused. Sometimes it seems to me
as if I'm just being used. Gotta stay awake, gotta
try and shake off this creeping malaise. If I don't stand my
own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze? Deaf,
dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending That everyone's
expendable and no-one has a real friend. And
it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun, And you believe at
heart, everyone's a killer. Who was born in a house full of
pain. Who was trained not to spit in the fan. Who
was told what to do by the man. Who was broken by trained
personnel. Who was fitted with collar and chain. Who
was given a seat in the stand. Who was breaking away from the
pack. Who was only a stranger at home. Who was
ground down in the end. Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.
"Pigs (Three Different Ones)" (Waters)
Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are. And
when your hand is on your heart, You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost a joker, With your head down in the pig bin,
Saying "Keep on digging." Pig stain on your
fat chin. What do you hope to find. When you're
down in the pig mine. You're nearly a laugh, You're
nearly a laugh But you're really a cry. Bus
stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are. You fucked up old hag, ha
ha charade you are. You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
You're nearly a good laugh, Almost worth a quick grin.
You like the feel of steel, You're hot stuff with a
hatpin, And good fun with a hand gun. You're
nearly a laugh, You're nearly a laugh But you're
really a cry. Hey you, Whitehouse, Ha ha
charade you are. You house proud town mouse, Ha
ha charade you are You're trying to keep our feelings off the
street. You're nearly a real treat, All tight
lips and cold feet And do you feel abused? .....!
.....! .....! .....! You gotta stem the evil tide, And
keep it all on the inside. Mary you're nearly a treat,
Mary you're nearly a treat But you're really a cry.
"Sheep" (Waters) Harmlessly
passing your time in the grassland away; Only dimly aware of a
certain unease in the air. You better watch out, There
may be dogs about I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen
Things are not what they seem. What do you get for
pretending the danger's not real. Meek and obedient you follow
the leader Down well trodden corridors into the valley of
steel. What a surprise! A look of terminal
shock in your eyes. Now things are really what they seem.
No, this is no bad dream. The Lord is my shepherd, I
shall not want He makes me down to lie Through
pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by. With
bright knives He releaseth my soul. He maketh me to hang on
hooks in high places. He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger. When
cometh the day we lowly ones, Through quiet reflection, and
great dedication Master the art of karate, Lo,
we shall rise up, And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.
Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream. Wave
upon wave of demented avengers March cheerfully out of
obscurity into the dream. Have you heard the news? The
dogs are dead! You better stay home And do as
you're told. Get out of the road if you want to grow old.
"Pigs on the Wing (Part Two)" (Waters)
You know that I care what happens to you, And I know
that you care for me. So I don't feel alone, Or
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.