Lyrics Swine - Elvis Costello & The Brodsky Quartet

You′re a swine
And I'm saying that′s an insult to the pig
In the foul furrow that you dig
Why don't you lay your head down
In that unconsecrated ground?

Well, was she your mother
Or was she your bride?
To defile and to blister
To gnaw at her side
Is this the end of the world?
Now that you've finished your life
This riddle is the work of my little pen-knife