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Poor Swine (Live At The Lyceum,United Kingdom/1975) - 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
He has the way
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
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
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
God help the poor swine
God help the poor swine
God help the poor swine