Swine

Swine - Elvis Costello (埃爾維斯 科斯特洛)/Brodsky Quartet

You're a swine and I'm saying

That's an insult to the pig

In the foul furrow that you dig

Why don't you lay your head down

In that unconsecrated ground

Will was she your mother

Or was she your bride

To defile and to blister

To gnaw at her side

Is this the end of the world

Now that you've finished your life

This riddle is the work of my little pen knife