From the recording Circling
Lyrics
The rictus of the obliged
A dead pig in the sunshine
All eyes stay fixed on the prize:
The promised land as a sty
A fit of passion
A chain reaction
The new distraction
To leave things less than less than less
Can't tell the truth from your lies
Fake pearls to cast before swine
Dead hearts all swollen with pride
To find the pigs in disguise
Squealing to wallow