Pigs!
All alone, walkin' down the street
Full moon, hot concrete
White meat, walkin' to the desert beat
Why they gotta lick their lips at me?
I don't want to talk to you, I just wanna be left alone!
Pigs will be pigs
Pigs will be pigs
Pigs will be pigs
Pigs will be pigs
I'm sick of creeps puttin' their hands near me
They wait until I'm all alone
The police, they put their hands on me too
Did just what they wanted to do
When I'm cornered against the wall
You can take my body, but you can't have my soul
Pigs will be pigs
Pigs will be pigs
Pigs will be pigs
Pigs will be pigs
What's a gal gotta do to get some respect around here, huh?
It's like, every time I step outside of my front door, I become some kind of object-
some kind of object of your scrutiny! Well not anymore. that's right!
Because you know what I say? I say- I'm sick of creeps. So stay away from me
I'm sick of creeps yeah, so stay away from, stay away from me
Yeah, 1,2,1,2,3,4!
Can't trust no one in this wicked town
You never know just what's going down
I see the truth buried in the lies
You are a wolf in disguise
Pigs will be pigs
Pigs will be pigs
Pigs will be pigs
Pigs will be pigs
Full moon, hot concrete
White meat, walkin' to the desert beat
Why they gotta lick their lips at me?
I don't want to talk to you, I just wanna be left alone!
Pigs will be pigs
Pigs will be pigs
Pigs will be pigs
Pigs will be pigs
I'm sick of creeps puttin' their hands near me
They wait until I'm all alone
The police, they put their hands on me too
Did just what they wanted to do
When I'm cornered against the wall
You can take my body, but you can't have my soul
Pigs will be pigs
Pigs will be pigs
Pigs will be pigs
Pigs will be pigs
What's a gal gotta do to get some respect around here, huh?
It's like, every time I step outside of my front door, I become some kind of object-
some kind of object of your scrutiny! Well not anymore. that's right!
Because you know what I say? I say- I'm sick of creeps. So stay away from me
I'm sick of creeps yeah, so stay away from, stay away from me
Yeah, 1,2,1,2,3,4!
Can't trust no one in this wicked town
You never know just what's going down
I see the truth buried in the lies
You are a wolf in disguise
Pigs will be pigs
Pigs will be pigs
Pigs will be pigs
Pigs will be pigs
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Writer(s): Candy Warpop
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