Big pig on the road a riding low
Dig a tank full of petro holocaust
Licking fumes from the life of mama earth
Dig a tank full of home-brewed nightmare
Slick cats running rats and a ring of truth
Hep to lips full of wine and triple layers
But just too light inside is falling in sounds
Kick it back up to the speed or down to earth
I can't dig this nightmare
I can't live that rug-burn
Don't believe the future
Not until it falls