The P.I.G. (The Problem Is G.) - Blacklisted

Since I’ve been on the wane the days have felt exactly the same

I heard you squealing my name

Well, let them think whatever they may

You painted the perfect picture

From inside the pen with your

New

Pig

Friends

I’ve watched your disappointment in me grow

From the other side of the fence

The child that you didn’t want our children to be

You

Squealed

And you

Squealed

In the pen with all the pigs

All the times you left work early to check on me was sweet

Wish I did more to welcome you but I was just trying to sleep

Still I have reason all my own why

I’m

This way

And knowing all that you know you chose to

Squeal

My

Name

And I may be shit

But I didn’t once think

That you’d choose to climb into a pen with pigs

Live

In

It