Lyrics Grunt Like A Pig - Pile

Grunt Like A Pig

I’m that bead of sweat on your bald head
I’m the fog in your glasses
I’m the heavy breath in your lungs
And i’m in the corner as you grunt like a pig
I can feel every thrust slide through
I was the one that threw my head back when it fit it
I was the cloth that hit the floor
So you could take that kid, put the small finger over her mouth
I was the feverish one that locked the door behind
I was the virgin that wasn’t there
I was god and the sewage treatment that crawled up into your womb
Tell me what it was like as a kid so you’ll be easier to scoop
And your feet are so tiny they’d never fit in my shoes
Oh god it dizzies me so
I was the one that stuck you to the sheets
Don’t roll the wrong way
I wouldn’t wanna wake that sleepyhead
We all work through our own demons we all work through our own deities