If you didn't care
What happened to me
What happened to me
And I didn't care
for you
We would zig-zag our way
Through the boredom and pain
Occasionally
Through the boredom and pain
Occasionally
glancing up through the rain
Wondering
which of the buggers to blame
And watching
And watching
for pigs on the wing
You should know that I care
what happens to you,
And I know
that you cared for me too.
So I don't feel alone,
With 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
A shelter
from pigs on the wing.
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