Make a cup with your hands to take a drink.
In the same way that your father did.
And throw a stone upon the river's lid.
Watch the circles take you home.

Blow the smoke and watch it leave your lungs.
And higher up. Think of what you've done.
Have you not considered life beneath the thumb?
Or flying solo in your home.

Sometimes it's who, not what you do.
Just because your Father did doesn't mean that you should too.
I don't want to lose you.
Don't go away from here.

It's that sinking feeling of being alone
And it's the way it makes you screech
And pulls the skin off your bones.
I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor;
Will you still know me in a year?

Don't you think about your actions?
Counter-weight the reactions?
Zero soul, you're a loser's son
But don't you go away from here.

Your mind's a mine-field in a minor way.
Don't just fall in like some mindless stray.
We have friends who see what they say
Don't you go away from here

It's that sinking feeling of being alone
And it's the way it makes you screech
And pulls the skin off your bones.
I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor;
Will you still know me in a year?

It's that sinking feeling of being alone
And it's the way it makes you screech
And pulls the skin off your bones.
I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor;
Will you still know me in a year?

It's that sinking feeling of being alone
And it's the way it makes you screech
And peels the skin off your bones.
I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor;
Will you still know me in a year?


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Squealing Pigs song meanings
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