His name was meaningless
He was born in a prison
Born in '66
Lived in a plastic skull
Layed down tracks on Saturdays
Put down all personnel
Got out of the hillside
And then lived by himself
Pigfly, pigfly look at him go
Pigfly, pigfly, flying high in the sky
Pigfly pigfly look at him go
Its a pigfly pigfly pigfly pigfly
Her name was trivial
She was born to live
Expressing her many words in the very century she lived
Whats this? No one knows it
Stories about the old life
In the ever increasing lighting of the sky
Pigfly Pigfly look at him go
Pigfly Pigfly flying high in the sky