This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
Pigs at the trough show no fear
Fat full of death they will not starve this year
Feed stains their skin in the mud
Fed through the nose plant their feet in the blood
Pigs at the trough getting fat
Surfeit of the beast turned to tricks for a feast
Tear into the filth like a whore
Suck the meat from the bones leave the corpse on the floor
Pigs at the trough dissapear
One final meal before kissing the spear
Skins on the hook left to dry
Just use the flesh pay no mind to the hide
Pigs at the trough slit and squeal
Done up and stuck like a pig for a meal
Painted and tied and dressed up
Get it on your hands as it fills your cup
Pigs at the trough are to blame
They are the monsters we never became
they poison our crops and our name
We hate that we need them to manage our shame
Pigs at the trough live in grime
Carrion meals fit for these profane swine
No mind to the scum they live in
They tremble in fear as they swallow your sin
Pigs at the trough swell and burst
Bearing the brunt as they launder the cursed
We keep our pigs in a pen
Our place to defile again and again and again and again
Pigs killing pigs turned to pigs killing pigs
Pigs fed to pigs turned to pigs fed to pigs
The famers alseep under the tree
No ones here watching over us
Ashamed of what pigs mean to men
Ashamed of what we do to them
Ashamed of the pig in our head
Ashamed so we kill them instead
Pigs at the trough are obscene
Punish the products but not the machine
Pregnant with guilt and disgrace
Delivering scorn on the mess they create
The pigs at the trough are pristine
They live in our dirt and still they stay clean
Recoil from the stigma and hate
And suffer the pig who can't change its fate
Fat full of death they will not starve this year
Feed stains their skin in the mud
Fed through the nose plant their feet in the blood
Pigs at the trough getting fat
Surfeit of the beast turned to tricks for a feast
Tear into the filth like a whore
Suck the meat from the bones leave the corpse on the floor
Pigs at the trough dissapear
One final meal before kissing the spear
Skins on the hook left to dry
Just use the flesh pay no mind to the hide
Pigs at the trough slit and squeal
Done up and stuck like a pig for a meal
Painted and tied and dressed up
Get it on your hands as it fills your cup
Pigs at the trough are to blame
They are the monsters we never became
they poison our crops and our name
We hate that we need them to manage our shame
Pigs at the trough live in grime
Carrion meals fit for these profane swine
No mind to the scum they live in
They tremble in fear as they swallow your sin
Pigs at the trough swell and burst
Bearing the brunt as they launder the cursed
We keep our pigs in a pen
Our place to defile again and again and again and again
Pigs killing pigs turned to pigs killing pigs
Pigs fed to pigs turned to pigs fed to pigs
The famers alseep under the tree
No ones here watching over us
Ashamed of what pigs mean to men
Ashamed of what we do to them
Ashamed of the pig in our head
Ashamed so we kill them instead
Pigs at the trough are obscene
Punish the products but not the machine
Pregnant with guilt and disgrace
Delivering scorn on the mess they create
The pigs at the trough are pristine
They live in our dirt and still they stay clean
Recoil from the stigma and hate
And suffer the pig who can't change its fate
Lyrics submitted by snakemistakes
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why has noone commnted this??
this song is epic, and i seems to have a very well-thought meaning.
I assume the pigs are either corporate leaders, or world government leaders. I'm still trying to figure it out, more people should post what they think.
it's about robert pickton en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Pickton. As well as more generally society's heterosexist hypocrisy in regards to prostitution.
Anyone else noticed this is somewhat a pastiche of that Pink Floyd song?
Which Pink Floyd song?
Which Pink Floyd song?
It can't be a Pastiche of a single artist. The term pastiche is used to define a work of art that is directly influenced by (re: uses the voice of) many different artists. YoTP might be a pastiche of 60's psychedelia, or it might be a parody of Pink Floyd. Fredric Jameson gives a wonderful definition of pastiche in "Postmodernism, or, the Cultural Logic of Late Capitalism" that might help you understand the term better.
Also, song is definitely about the Robert Pickton trial.