My Piglets Are Furry

 
My piglets are furry, what can i do?
They hang by my side and flop in my stew
i used to get irate, but now i´m aware
that my steak´s in the oven and i don´t much care
It´s a trashy compartment, a foaming wild boar
and all i can do is lay back and snore
because it hit me with silence and jumped on my spleen
and it´s a bloody miracle that i ended up mean

In the vastness of vacuum there floated a word
one never before spoken or easily heard
It amounted to nothing the toil and the smiles
and all i could do was to go on for miles
As sure as the name is Archibald Fury
it will have this thing by hook or by jury
The word is conclusive, you heard it here first
The semblance of order will hunger for thirst
and all you can do is sit back and watch,
reach out your hand for a well earned scotch
To repay the kindness and fill out their bunk
i now proclaim silence and denounce the funk
There´s a way and i've found it
Can you see it? Be astounded
There´s a road to the gate
quick there´s no time to wait
It´s all in the name, the word, the sound
and all it will do is make it go round
The focus can slip, the eye can falter
then it´s good to visit the altar
lift up your spirit, feel it zoom higher
Entangled, embraced in the midst of fire
A shield envelopes, no need to worry
come on lets go, we've got to hurry
You see it ahead as it pulls you in nearer
and everything becomes so much clearer
and dearer
There´s just one thing, a smidgen, a detail
it keeps me distracted from your astral veil
My piglets are furry, what can i do?
They roll in my drawer and joke about you