You might be thinking of dancing or drinking
Or talking of making love ever so sweetly
Some of us outsiders – outsiders –out side us
Are only sustained by believing that we're independent of your power of spending
We beg and we borrow and hope that tomorrow
We can creep up behind you – bye bye
Living like a pig dying like a dog
No hope no hope night hog night hot
Where is the real love I don't mean feel love
I'm meaning being love what do you say
Darkness is falling the Devil is calling
The healthier nighthogs are making a trade
The new vivisectionist what a perfectionist
Give them credits it's small compensation
For a young woman's face surrounded by screaming
And everyone wishing that they were just dreaming
We'll steal her a better one some day.