The Fly Upon the Pin - Pig

I know I’m the fly upon the pin

I squirm like the guilt upon a string

I wake like the healing of the numb

I work like a glamour queen that’s come

I know it’s a dream that hurts anew

Get up, you’re not the dirt under the shoe

Don’t choke or break upon your knees

And I’ll wait for the parting of the seas

I know your television lie

(Never talk a bitter lie)

I see the empty analyse

(Never tak of bitter whys)

I felt the sting inside your tail

(Never talk a bitter lie)

I know you fight and you will fail

I know it’s a dream that hurts anew

Get up, you’re not the dirt under the shoe

Don’t choke or break upon your knees

And I’ll wait for the parting of the seas

Squirm, squirm, squirming on the pin

Guilty, guilty, hang him by the string

Squirm, squirm, squirming on the pin

Guilty, guilty, hang him by the string