Piggy

Lyrics

[Intro - Distant Church Organ] [Slow Boot Stomps] [Iron Chains Dragging] [Low Male Prison Choir] [Low suspenseful tone] Oink oink try to flee… He’s coming… Oh, he’s coming… …to slaughter me.. [Single Resonator Guitar Note] [Verse 1 - Deep Baritone, Calm and Intimate] [Solo Voice] Been watchin’ you walk past mah fence, Reckon you ain’t got much sense. You look at hogs and think you’re fine, Ah never saw much difference in kind. Both get hungry, both get scared, Both raise hell when death gets near. Sunday supper, Sunday clothes, Underneath… Lord only knows. Ah see no difference ‘tween you and swine, Both squeal the same when it’s butcherin’ time. [Chains Strike] [Choir Response] All the same… [Pre-Chorus - Work-Song Call and Response] [Butcher] Pig or man… [Choir] All the same. [Butcher] Flesh and bone… [Choir] All the same. [Butcher] Run while you can… [Choir] He knows your name. [Organ Swell] [Chorus - Heavy Chain-Gang Rhythm] Mine, mine, down in the pen, Pig or woman, pig or man. Rattle that chain, stomp that ground, Ain’t much difference when sundown comes ’round- [Butcher] Pig or man! [Choir] All the same! [Butcher] Pig or man! [Choir] All the same! [Butcher] Cmere lil piggy, try to flee… [Choir] He’s coming… Oh, he’s coming… …to slaughter me. [Instrumental - Dirty Resonator Guitar] [Boot Stomps and Chains Continue] [Verse 2 - Lower, Colder] Ah heard you cry behind the gate, Same as the hogs when supper’s late. You call yourself a different breed, But flesh is flesh when mouths must feed. You pray like somehow God can’t see What’s fit for hogs is fit for thee. Fine silk shirt or muddy hide, It all looks equal from this side. No pleas survives, no name remains, When all that’s left is bone and chains. You call it murder, Ah call it trade. Everything living meets the blade. [Chain-Gang Breakdown] [All Instruments Drop Except Boots, Chains and Handclaps] [Work-Song Call and Response] [Butcher] What walks on two? [Choir] Just another hog. [Butcher] What begs the Lord? [Choir] Just another hog. [Butcher] What fears the dark? [Choir] Just another hog. [Butcher] What fears the knife? [Choir - Louder] JUST ANOTHER HOG. [Dead Silence] [Whispered Town Voices] “Folks been disappearin’ out here for years…” “Never found much…” “Not even bones…” “The town calls him..” [Long Pause] [Single Whisper] “…The Butcher.” [One Deep Organ Chord] [Verse 3 - Spoken-Sung, Sinister Preacher Delivery] Mah daddy raised hogs on this very land, Taught me every creature meets the butcher’s hand. Some walk on four and some walk tall, But blood hits dirt the same for all. Folks draw lines where Ah see none. Same red blood underneath the sun. You built yer churches, courts and names, Just to swear that we ain’t all the same. But Ah’ve heard pigs cry. Ah’ve heard men pray. Funny how similar they sound that way. [Choir - Soft] All the same… [Butcher] All the same. [Choir - Growing] All the same… [Butcher] Every last one. [Choir - Growing] All the same… [Butcher] All THE SAME SAME SAME SAME- [Pre-Chorus - Heavier] [Butcher] Pig or man! [Choir] All the same. [Butcher] Rich or poor! [Choir] All the same. [Butcher] Saint or sinner! [Choir] All the same. [Butcher - Quiet] Come sundown- [Choir] He knows your name. [Final Chorus - Full Prison Choir] [Boots, Chains, Organ, Low Drums] Mine, mine, down in the pen, Pig or woman, pig or man. Rattle that chain, stomp that ground, Ain’t much difference when sundown comes ’round- Pig or man! [Choir] ALL THE SAME! [Butcher] Pig or man! [Choir] ALL THE SAME- [Music cuts abruptly] [Silent pause] [Butcher - Whispered] Pig or man… [Choir - Distant] All the same. [Butcher] Flesh and bone… [Choir] All the same. [Butcher] You had a name… [Long Pause] [Choir - Barely Audible] …all the same.