Ron Sexsmith - The Grim Trucker Тексты

When the moon is only a shadow
When the world is wiping her eyes
The grim trucker darkens the meadow
To the market he never drives

All the pigs go down the hill
Past the police station, across the tracks
They turn right at the next light
And they never come back

See the sleepy-eyed little children
As we bus 'em off to school
To a greasy grimy ol building
With a rusty golden rule

All the pigs go down the hill
Past the police station, across the tracks
They turn right at the next light
And they never come back
Never come back

Fill our face with eggs and bacon
While this question weighs on our minds
Will we wake to wings up in heaven
Or to hooves and snout in our next life?

Some say if we get it right in this life
Than we never come back
We never come back
We never come back
Never come back

We never come back
Never come back
Never come back
Never come back