Poor Swine - Kevin Coyne

Poor Swine - Kevin Coyne
See the red-neck climb the cobbled streets
Casting roses around
Little old ladies hang from windows
Tears rolling right to the ground
Seven men down in a hole
Everyone of them is dead
And it would have been better
If he'd stayed home in his big fat bed
I feel sorry for that man
I know he's doing the best he can
He might sit at home and sip his dinner wine
But God help the poor swine
God help the poor swine
Smart wife posing and gracious
How's it going today
Chinless wonder son fusses in the hall
Don't even hear his call
Goes to his room and lies on the bed
Feeling sick and low
Flash car in the drive man alive
There's nowhere he can go
I feel sorry for that man
I know he's doing the best he can
He sit at home and sip his dinner wine
But God help the poor swine
God help the poor swine
He needs help can't help himself
We feel smart cause we got roots
Wearing our big pit boots
We feel so grand we think we understand
With our red gnarled hands
But we don't see that an M B E
Can lead to grief and pain
Oh I love that man
I think I understand although he don't know my name
I feel sorry for that man
I know he's doing the best he can
He sit at home and sip his dinner wine
But God help the poor swine
But God help the poor swine
But God help the poor swine