The Grim Trucker

When the moon is only a shadow

When the world is wiping her eyes

The grim trucker darkens the meadow

To the market he never drives



All the pigs go down the hill

Past the police station, across the tracks

They turn right at the next light

And they never come back



See the sleepy-eyed little children

As we bus 'em off to school

To a greasy grimy ol' building

With a rusty golden rule



All the pigs go down the hill

Past the police station, across the tracks

They turn right at the next light

And they never come back

Never come back



Fill our face with eggs and bacon

While this question weighs on our minds

Will we wake to wings up in heaven

Or to hooves and snout in our next life?



Some say if we get it right in this life

Than we never come back

We never come back

We never come back

Never come back



We never come back

Never come back

Never come back

Never come back