"The Monsters Of Pig Alley" lyrics

"The Monsters Of Pig Alley"

Did you get the job and did they use your song?
Did you find somewhere nice to call your home?
Look after yourself
Good health is wealth
And now we say, words that we never believed we'd say-ay-ay

The monsters of Pig Alley say
"Why don't you
Give it a rest and come back home?
We're drab and we moan
But we're all your own
And we love you"

Did you meet the star makers and the leg breakers?
And what difference is there between the two?
But what would you do
If the dream came true?
And now we say words that we never believed we'd say-ay-ay

The monsters of Pig Alley say
"Why don't you
Pack it in and come back home?
We're not sophisticated
We're overweight and dated
But we love you
We love you"

Now the phone goes unanswered in your room
When you've tasted fame, nothing else will do
Body found
On open ground
And now we say words that we never believed we'd say-ay-ay

The monsters of Pig Alley say
"Why don't you
Pack it in and come back home?
The higher you climb
The less you find"


Writer(s): Alain Whyte, Steven Morrissey
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