Pigs... (In There)

Well, we're driving, uh, driving through Wiltshire,
very nice countryside, sky, ground, all that sort of things,
natural marriage, natural resorces and looking out the windows as I
don't come from that part of the world
and 1 said, er, what's that oyer there?
in a sort of low grey concrete thing all surrounded by fields really
very nice trees like a sort of low square of concrete
like the fun-dations of a building that hadn't been built.
It had little walls, little, about a foot high, or something,
it looked like that, two feet high, in fact it was a sort of,
on top of it, there was a flat roof and I thought, oh I see,
and then, I pointed as the car got passed it what was that?
and the, the country person that was with me, er, said, oh, er,
that's where they keep pigs, I tought, oh, yes, I see,
that's where they keep pigs, and the sun was shining down and, er,
the grass was green and It was all very lovely,
driving in the country and I suddently thought that,
that building must have been, like, from the inside.-.
Pigs, in there, pigs in there?
pigs in there?
pigs in there?
pigs in there?
pigs in there?
pigs, on a day like this, in there, pigs in there,
pigs huddled up in there, in die dark, in there, living in there?
pigs, in there, PIGS



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Writer(s): Robert Wyatt
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