Squealing Pigs

Make a cup with your hands to take a drink

In the same way that your father did

And throw a stone upon the river's lid

Watch the circles take you home

Blow the smoke and watch it leave your lungs

And high or not, think of what you've done

Have you not considered life beneath the thumb?

Or flying solo in your home?

'Cause sometimes it's who, not what you do

Just 'cause your father did doesn't mean that you should too

I don't want to lose you

Don't go away from here

It's that sinking feeling of being alone

And it's the way it makes you screech

And pulls the skin off your bones

And I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor

Will you still know me in a year?

Don't you think about your actions?

Counter-weight dire reactions?

Zero soul, you're a loser's son

But don't you go away from here

Your mind's a mine-field in a minor way

Don't just fall in like some mindless stray

"We're your friends, you see" is what they say

Don't you go away from here

Yeah, it's that sinking feeling of being alone

And it's the way it makes you screech

And pulls the skin off your bones

And I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor

Will you still know me in a year?

It's that sinking feeling of being alone

And it's the way it makes you screech

And pulls the skin off your bones

And I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor

Will you still know me in a year?

Yeah, it's that sinking feeling of being alone

And it's the way it makes you screech

And peels the skin off your bones

And I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor

Will you still know me in a year?