Pigs (3 Different Ones) by Pink Floyd.

Down at the Farm: An Essay On 'ANIMALS.'"

Pink Floyd's 1977 album, "Animals" probably holds some of the band's most deliciously cynical, grittiest, and scathing work. This is reflected especially in the unyielding lyrics of bassist Roger Waters; the entire album, he says, was an idea that came from George Orwell's classic fairy-tale/social commentary "Animal Farm," in which a group of oppressed barnyard animals are portrayed taking over their own territory again, and the power struggles amongst them--the perfect comparison to everyday human life.
Here is a run-down of the "Animals" trilogy--the album's three centerpieces--and their meanings.
"Dogs" is a seventeen-minute barrage of commentary on the greediness of humans--the lust for power, for dominance. Those who will step all over anyone and everything to get what they want. But in the end, since their fight for the top was obtained by greed, trickery, and betrayal, they are shoved back down to the bottom of the social ladder.
"Pigs (Three Different Ones)" was a scathing attack on three certain political leaders, one of which was Mary Whitehouse, a campaigner for the 'clean-up televison' debate. Here, Roger Waters attacks those who are perched on the top of control, unquestioned and claim to know what's best for everyone.
And finally, "Sheep" is the result of the dominance of the "Pigs"--the sheep are those 'meek and obedient' who are forced to follow what the domination says with, again, no questions. These are seen in corrupt governments, and certain corrupt Religious factions.
Personally, I believe this is Waters' most cynical work, not even second to that of his 1992 "Amused to Death" solo album. No matter how vicious the lyrics and meanings may seem, we can see that they are reflected in everyday human life.
--By Bud Sturguess

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