05. Pigs (Three Different Ones) (Cover)3

[Verse 1 – "Number One"] Big smile, cheap suit, slick on the floor Flashing your grin like a company whore You twist every truth till it folds in your hand You got your own flag, your own little brand All dressed up in your patriotic shame Calling it love while you rig the game You bark through screens, they eat it raw But underneath, you’re just teeth and jaw (Pig snorts — instrumental transition) [Verse 2 – "Number Two"] Gold cards, grey lies, your friends are the same Toast to the poor while you stoke the flame You dine on fear like it’s crème brûlée A smile for the cam, then you walk away You build your walls with your lawyer's breath And write the rules that delay their death But deep inside that three-piece skin You smell like rot, and the filth leaks in (More pig grunts — synth/guitar solo break) [Verse 3 – "Number Three"] Scroll-fed minds and a plastic glow Screaming your rage at a world too slow You chase your clicks with a moral glare Preach revolution from a velvet chair You love to burn but never build A virtue hunter, scandal-filled So raise your voice, pretend to care Your halo's made of hot, foul air [Outro – Spoken fade, mocking tone] [Spoken – sneering tone like Waters] ...one pig, two pigs, three in a row Different masks, same old show... [Snort FX – distorted loop over final solo fade]