Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poor Swine, artist - Kevin Coyne. Album song Blame It On The Night, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
Poor Swine |
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, but, man alive! |
There’s nowhere he can go |
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 |
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 might sit at home and sip his dinner wine |
But God help the poor swine |