I can't stop listening to Animals,
What a bloody amazing album, I remember listening to my Dad's copy ages ago and not liking it very much for some reason. But now I can't believe I've ignored it for so long; and I've never realised just how bitter and venomous the lyrics are (in a good way of course).
Animals is perfect.
I've been listening to this one quite a lot, lately...
Big man, pig man!
Ha ha, charade you are!
You well-heeled big wheel,
Ha ha, charade you are!
And when your hand is on your heart
You're nearly a good laugh, almost a joker
With your head down in the pig bin,
Saying "Keep on digging."
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find
When you're down in the pig mine?
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry
Bus-stop, rat bag!
Ha ha, charade you are!
You fucked up old hag!
Ha ha, charade you are!
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost worth the quick grin
Do you like the feel of steel?
You're hot stuff with a hat pin
And good fun with a handgun
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh, but you're really a cry
Hey you, Whitehouse!
Ha ha, charade you are!
You house-proud, town mouse
Ha ha, charade you are!
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street
You're nearly a real treat
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
[suggestive breathing]
You've got to stem the evil tide
And keep it all on the inside
Mary, you're nearly a treat
Mary, you're nearly a treat, but you're really a cry.