Pigs in the Green Room
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Lyrics
A chance encounter at a service station boiled my blood and left my brittle body shaking / It's like I've travelled back in time, lager louts and violent crime, a crimson cross to mark the spot, the god forsaken. I see a fist connecting with a face / I see appropriation, desecration, gangs of mindless racist reprobates / I need to feel like there's something that's worth saving in this place / But all I see is hate. How we struggle to find meaning in the 'facts' / A dialogue so porous that the language drips and trickles through the gaps / Each word uttered loses pertinence and tact / Muted by the noise of the attack.
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 01:17
- Key
- 8
- Tempo
- 117 BPM