return to the valley of the pigs are coming Lyrics

I don't remember how it began

I don't remember the first appearance

Probably one of those humorous news pieces

A cheerful story to lighten the mood

A stray pig

Lost in the town centre

No one knew who it belonged to

The pigs are coming

The pigs are coming

The pigs are coming

At some point

People realised something more was going on

Reports of pigs here and there

Always lost

Never claimed

Sometimes small groups of pigs

They were rounded up

The police complained

Not our job

The pigs are coming

The pigs are coming

The pigs are coming

Then the numbers became problematic

Too many of them

Not just in the towns

But in the crops and open land too

Science parks

Industrial estates

No one ever saw them arrive

The pigs are coming

The pigs are coming

The pigs are coming

Some places became uninhabitable

Empty town centres

People left for higher ground

The pens were overcrowded

The infrastructure strained

But as fast as the pigs were rounded up

More appeared

The pigs are coming

The pigs are coming

The pigs are coming

The landscape was covered

Vast rolling waves of pigs

Trampling the bodies of the pigs below

Few people remained

It was hard to survive

The stink was terrible

And the noise too

The pigs are coming

The pigs are coming

The pigs are coming

I'm up on the mountain now

There's a lot of pigs here

But less than on the plains and in the valleys

Nothing is recognisable

Nothing much remains

Just a sea of flesh

I don't know what they eat

How do they survive?

The pigs are coming

The pigs are coming

The pigs are coming