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Pigs on the wing (part one) Dogs Pigs (3 different ones) Sheep Pigs on the wing (part two)	Pigs on the wing (part one) If you didn't care what happened to me And I didn't care for you We would zig zag our way through the bordem and pain Occasionally glancing up through the rain Wondering which of the buggers to blame And watching for pigs on the wing Dogs You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need You gotta sleep on your toes, and when your on the street You got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed And moving in silently, down wind and out of sight You got to strike when the moment is right without thinking And after a while, you can work on points for style Like a club tie, and a 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 feaar grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone And it's too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around So have a good drown, as you go down, alone Dragged down by the stone I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused Sometimes it seems to me as if I am just being used Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off This creeping malaise If I don't stand on my own ground, How can I find my own 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 that the thing to do Would be to isolate the winner And everything's done under the sun, And you belive at heart everyone's a killer Who was bornin 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 pat on the back Who was breaking away from that 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) Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are You well healed big wheel, ha ha charade you are And when your hand is on your heart Your nearly a good laugh Almost a joker With your head down in the pig bin Saying "Keep on diging" Pig stain on your fat chin What do you hope to find? When your down in the pig mine Your nearly a laugh Your 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 Your nearly a good laugh Almost worth a quick grin You like the feel of steel You're hot stuff with a hat pin And good fun with a hand gun Your nearly a laugh Your nearly a laugh But you're really a cry Hey you, Whitehouse, ha ha charade you are You house pround town mouse, ha ha charade you are You're trying to keep our feeling off the street 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 Harmlessly passing your time in the grasslands away Only dimly aware of a certan 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 suprise! A look of terminal shock in your eyes Now things are really what they seem No, this is not a bad dream The lord is my shepard, 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 are 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 Cheerfull out of obscurity into a dream Have you herd the news? The dogs are dead! You better stay home And do as your told Get out of the road if you want to grow old Pigs on the Wing (Part Two) 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 somewheresafe To bury my bone And any fool knows a dog need a home A shelter from pigs on the wing
The song "Dogs" was originally written with the title "You gotta be crazy". The song "Sheep" was originally titled "Raving and Drooling". They were supposed to appear on the album Wish You Were Here. However, because of internal strife the songs were abandoned.
In an interview after the release of Wish You Were Here: "There were a couple of other songs" "Yeah. 'Raving and Drooling' and 'You've Gotta be Crazy.' 'Raving and drooling was something I'd written at home. Dave came up with a nice chord sequence, I wrote some words, and we carried on from there with 'You Gotta be crazy.'" "It was then decided that these songs would be that basis for the forthcoming album?" "Yes, that was the idea for a long time... while we did that tour. When did things change? When we got to the studio. January '75. We started recording and it got very laborious and tortured, and everybody seemed to be very bored with the whole thing." -Roger Waters
"...Pink Floyd, star-tripping hevyweight of space rock, has moved into the barnyard for 'Animals' and mated it's headphone-designed rock with orwell's 'Animal Farm' fantasy. Call the result beastiality. To be sure, Floyd has crafted an album ideal for sharing with a potent joint of Columbian - lots of reverberating voices and guitars - but the trite lyrical execution, punctured by oinks and barks, is for the birds. 'Dogs' unleashes the best melody in an album otherwise devoid of sustaining substance." - Playboy, June 1977
"I wonder how many Pink Floyd fans return home after a Concert, go into their closets and quietly hang themselvs. For the Floyd produce the most persuasively, unremittingly pessimistic music avalable. If the world isn't a machine serviced by humanoid robots, in the Floyd's view, it's an abbatoir fed by humanoid animals. The groups preformances at Wembleyare proving they can still envelop their audance in a musical experance no other band can come close to. SOme of the Floyd's imitators in the free form instrumental field may be more acomplished musicians, but none creates so vivid a picture of modern life. The nihilism of 'Animals' their new album is overpowering. We are all Dogs, Pigs, or Sheep, and nbone of can do any more than make a pretence of being a higher species. On Wembley stage, the group put over this unpalatable message with their customary cold detachment, suggesting, us usual, that they were casting perals before swine. densely dramatic, the Floyd's music records mankind's self machinisation or self animalisation, take your pick. If that seems a little hevyweight for rock 'n' roll let me explain that this band has little to do with the American blues / rock tradition. Though they use the same insturments, the Floyd have left behind the direct, romantic, story-telling type of music that most people want to hear when they turn on the radio. The Floyd's more abstract constructions are no less emotional, though. Slowly building and building like 'Shine on you Crazy Dimond' reaches a killing climax. -Bart Mills -Daily Mail, Wensday, March 16 (1977?)
The song sheep containd a "hidden verse". The verse in italic font in the lyrics listing. I say it is because of the way it was recorded. The lyrics are very hard to hear, and it is unlikely you would know you were hearing them if you werent listening for them. However, a closer listen with a lyrics sheet will clearly reveal their presance. There are other "hidden" and backwards messages I have found or had shown to me. For more information, go to the Hidden messages page in my archive, or start listening very closely. If you find any thing I don't have in this archive, please let me know. Happy hunting!
	All lyrics by roger waters © 1977 Pink Floyd Music Publishers Inc. (BMI) All Rights Reserved. Used Without Permission.