Black clouds

Life is wonderful. Even the pigs life. 

Well, we didn´t like the furniture, the decor and the colors of the carnage house. So we are moving to other house. We are moving to the butcher house. Isn´t it funny?

It´s funny and wonderful.

Yes, people did a wonderful work there.

The demolition and the reconstruction of the house was absolutely amazing. With some mistakes in the middle. Well well well, people do mistakes onece in a while. We the animals, sometimes we do mistakes too. Like people we also learn from our mistakes. Our mistake was to have been born in this farm and not in the wild. We would be better there today. We were well treated and well fed here. True. But it´s time for us to move on. Tooo the butcher we go.

Pigs (Three Different Ones)

Big man, pig man Ha-ha, charade you are Woo! 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 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 a quick grin You like the feel of steel You're hot stuff with a hatpin 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? You, gotta 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

 Black clouds

Black clouds rollin' up the valley Black clouds coverin' up the sun Black clouds rollin' up the valley How can I be sure that you're the one? Rivers rushin' through the canyon Rivers rollin' through the hills Rivers rushin' through the canyon I got a restless heart I can't keep still See this path we're on comin' to the fork now Forest blocks the light of day On this pathway we must make a choice now Stick together or go our separate ways Thunder clappin' in the treetops Sparks shoot out in the night Thunder clappin' in the treetops It's hard to tell who's wrong and who is right Fire ragin' in the woodlands Smoke blows across the fields Fire ragin' in the woodlands 

You don't really know the way I feel

She´s having fun