Текст песни Pigs (In There) - Robert Wyatt

Well, we′re driving, uh, driving through Wiltshire,
Very nice countryside, sky, ground, all that sort of things,
Natural marriage, natural resorces and looking out the windows as I
Don't come from that part of the world
And 1 said, er, what′s that oyer there?
In a sort of low grey concrete thing all surrounded by fields really
Very nice trees like a sort of low square of concrete
Like the fun-dations of a building that hadn't been built.
It had little walls, little, about a foot high, or something,
It looked like that, two feet high, in fact it was a sort of,
On top of it, there was a flat roof and I thought, oh I see,
And then, I pointed as the car got passed it what was that?
And the, the country person that was with me, er, said, oh, er,
That's where they keep pigs, I tought, oh, yes, I see,
That′s where they keep pigs, and the sun was shining down and, er,
The grass was green and It was all very lovely,
Driving in the country and I suddently thought that,
That building must have been, like, from the inside.-.
Pigs, in there, pigs in there?
Pigs in there?
Pigs in there?
Pigs in there?
Pigs in there?
Pigs, on a day like this, in there, pigs in there,
Pigs huddled up in there, in die dark, in there, living in there?
Pigs, in there, PIGS