El Hombre Puerco

The pig man hugs
And he'll hug you tight
To count your ribs
And know where it bites

The pig man delivers
Jesus to the Romans
You'll be his puppet if you buy his charms
Because he feeds off your hunger

How can it be?
So, so, so piggish

The pig man is a
Distinguished surgeon
Also the homeless guy
Who asks you for a hand

The pig man will be
A big, big president
It's sad the sentence
You’re either piggish or you lose

Kid, you already know
How the hand comes in handy
The message is simple
You’re either piggish or it’s in vain

The pig man will accept
Your gifts in his ranks
And a sky of illusions where your soul will be mine
Watch him enjoy his debauchery

How can it be?
So, so, so piggish

He’s in style
Any ism suits him
He’s in Villa Lugano
Or on a beach in Ibiza

There’s a base in New York
There’s a base in India
Where betrayal is born
There’s a pig cooking

Join in, kid!
I’ve got everything for you
Money, fame
And rock and roll!