Pigs from Pigs by Jane Field Elementary

a Mass in E for harmonies now fading
in the background of chronic dual-masturbating
and you, my queen
of making meadows pluck and once-populated parks deplete

now just keep shoving 'em out
ricocheting up and around
no right to breathe when you're sleeping on my street
nor to have cash or ID

and my best friend, the police
reforms are working for me
this last century
they just missed a beat

so i'll tell you why
yeah, i'll tell you why
i serve pigs on the side

'cause i just might
wanna utilize
their bullets and blinding lights

"and i don't wanna hear about the fuckin' economy!
i don't wanna hear it! you're supposed to be earners,
that's why you got the top-tier positions!
so each one of you, go out to your people on the street,
crack some fuckin' heads, create some fuckin' earners out there!
the boss of this family... is on trial for his life..."

there's a woman in her front yard
sewing towels, watching me
just passing by. but why?
did i put this skirt on right?

she says hi in an exaggerated voice
she saw my calloused fingers
and thought that i could teach her boys

but there's no skill in what i do
i weave my nervous system through
the strings and lay 'em thin and
press 'em into shapes for you

so if it's cookie cutter
i can make another
but i only have so many molds

now where was i?
yeah, where was i?
those minutes just flew by

in warm respite
the soundest minds
diverted from the stream

so i'll tell you why
i'll tell you why
i serve pigs on the side

it stills my eyes
stillbirth, baptized
in their bullets

we don't believe
in us anymore
why don't we leave
this world on flooded shores?

i've known relief
for now, and evermore
i want to leave
this world...

...but not 'til you show your face
when you get to Hell, turn on your ringer

i slither slow to keep the pace
last i saw, you slipped through my fingers

these pigs, dear god! (x4)

• Experimental
• Folk
• emo
• folk punk
• lo-fi
• singer-songwriter
• Tucson