Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Squealing Pigs’ by Admiral Fallow. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Admiral Fallow or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Make a cup with your hands to take a drink
In the same way that your father did
And throw a stone upon the river’s lid
Watch the circles take you home
Blow the smoke and watch it leave your lungs
And high or not, think of what you’ve done
Have you not considered life beneath the thumb?
Or flying solo in your home?
‘Cause sometimes it’s who, not what you do
Just because your father did doesn’t mean that you should too
I don’t want to lose you
Don’t go away from here
It’s that sinking feeling of being alone
And it’s the way it makes you screech
And pulls the skin off your bones
And I can’t help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor,
Will you still know me in a year?
Don’t you think about your actions?
Counter-weight dire reactions?
Zero soul, you’re a loser’s son
But don’t you go away from here
Your mind’s a mine-field in a minor way
Don’t just fall in like some mindless stray
“We’re your friends, you see” is what they say
Don’t you go away from here
Yeah, it’s that sinking feeling of being alone
And it’s the way it makes you screech
And pulls the skin off your bones
And I can’t help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor
Will you still know me in a year?
It’s that sinking feeling of being alone
And it’s the way it makes you screech
And pulls the skin off your bones
And I can’t help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor
Will you still know me in a year?
Yeah, it’s that sinking feeling of being alone
And it’s the way it makes you screech
And peels the skin off your bones
And I can’t help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor
Will you still know me in a year?