Everyone Knows How This Song Will End

Little pigs
Little pigs
Get out the fat and sassy looks for my friends.
Don't you know what they'll do to me.
Still do the things that keeps you ahead,
well fed, and well read, and relative
to bovines like me.
Who won't become your senator saints.
No, we die in the cars that we make.
Yeah, we choke on the sharp mustard seed.
Yeah, we hang from the flag pole--wavy.
What big teeth you have little piggy.
And what big hands you snap at the fence
'Cause when it comes
It will come as your friend.
When it comes, it will come as your friend.
When it comes, it will come as your friend.
And everyone knows how this song will end.
See that house over there?
See that car over there?
See these hands?
See this language I've built off the steak knives and sorrow still stands.
(well fed, well read, and relative)
Yeah, the sheep dogs like me.
Who run the halls and pump the gas and wait.
Shake the blood, kiss the girls, chase the bait.
As you drive through the light once its green.
Don't look now.
Don't look now.
When it comes, it will come as your friend.
When it comes, it will come as your friend.
When it comes, it will come as your friend.
When it comes, it will come as your--friend.
And when it comes, it will come out of nowhere.
And when it comes, it will come out of nowhere.
'cause everyone knows how this song will end.
'cause when it comes, it will come as your friend.
When it comes, it will come as your friend. (x4)