Pigs

Here is your ticket
Here is the Earth spun in a web
Let’s take the train instead

Here comes the airplane
Here is my baby, oh my love
Put the tarot cards in the deck

If I could just stay here
In your arms before I go
And all the little pigs on patrol
Are going home

What are you laughing at?
If it was your ass, wouldn’t it be the same?
The only difference is your name

I'm high on codeine
And digging up shadows in the backyard
Sеtting fire to their graves

Bеcause it’s Halloween
And the town is like a gravestone
Now all the little kids dressed as pigs
Are going home
And all the little kids on patrol
Are going home
And all the little pigs on patrol
Are going home
All the little pigs on patrol
Are going home