The Lawrence Arms - These Pigs Seem To Be Getting The Best Of Me lyrics

rate me

Sometimes I like to lay in bed and pretend like I died

Sometimes I stay like that till the day becomes night

Then I crank myself up, and I set loose to fly

Like a bunch of restless bats finally coming to life

And the places are the same, but the faces are new

And my own face is somewhere between yellow and blue

And I’m pressing my luck just to see if I can

And I’m betting my soul and I’m losing again

Chorus:

Cause these pigs seem to be getting the best of me

These fucking pigs seem to be getting the best of me

These fucking pigs seem to be getting the best of me

With so much to love, sometimes we wind up diseased

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, oh

Now I’m back in the sun and my fingers are scraping

And I can’t work to clasp and I can’t stop the shaking

And I’m making that face that only ever happens

When your life takes a shit in your pants and keeps crapping

What happened to all of the oh you'll be fines

What happened to having plenty of time

What happened to my fucking body and mind

I poisoned them dry, but I still like to try to wake up tomorrow

Had to feel myself growing in the sun to finally face all

Oh the work that still needs to get done

So quit being such a pussy and run

Back into the storm where my demons come from

Chorus:

But these pigs seem to be getting the best of me

These fucking pigs seem to be getting the best of me

These fucking pigs seem to be getting the best of me

With so much to love, sometimes we wind up diseased

With so much to love, sometimes we wind up diseased

With so much to love, sometimes we wind up diseased

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, oh

Thanks to TwinkieTom for correcting these lyrics