But you're really a cry
Mary you're nearly a treat
You house proud town mouse, ha ha, charade you are
Saying "Keep on diggin'"
Pig stain on your fat chin
All tight lips and cold feet
I know you feel abused
And when your hand is on your heart
Hey you White House, ha ha, charade you are
What do you hope to find?
You gotta stem the evil tide
You like the feel of steel
Almost worth a quick grin
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street
You fucked up old hag, ha ha, charade you are
Bus stop rat bag, ha ha, charade you are
You're nearly a good laugh
With your head down in the pig bin
You're nearly a laugh
You're hot stuff with a hat pin
You're nearly a laugh
And keep it all on the inside
You're nearly a laugh
Mary you're nearly a treat
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a real treat
And good fun with a hand gun
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost a joker
There in the pig mine
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass
But you're really a cry
