Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Poor Swine , by - Kevin Coyne. Song from the album Blame It On The Night, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 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 |