Pigs (Three Different Ones) Testo

Testo Pigs (Three Different Ones)

Tiziano Ferro, al concerto non si presentano 1000 persone per paura di attentati
Big man, pig manHa, ha, charade you areYou well heeled big wheelHa, ha, charade you areAnd when your hand is on your heartYou're nearly a good laughAlmost a jokerWith your head down in the pig binSaying 'Keep on digging'Pig stain on your fat chinWhat do you hope to findDown in the pig mine?You're nearly a laughYou're nearly a laughBut you're really a cryBus stop rat bagHa, ha, charade you areYou fucked up old hagHa, ha, charade you areYou radiate cold shafts of broken glassYou're nearly a good laughAlmost worth a quick grinYou like the feel of steelYou're hot stuff with a hatpinAnd good fun with a hand gunYou're nearly a laughYou're nearly a laughBut you're really a cryHey you, WhitehouseHa, ha, charade you areYou house proud town mouseHa, ha, charade you areYou're trying to keep our feelings off the streetYou're nearly a real treatAll tight lips and cold feetAnd do you feel abused?You got to stem the evil tideAnd keep it all on the insideMary you're nearly a treatMary you're nearly a treatBut you're really a cry