الأغاني: Elvis Costello. Swine.

You're a swine and I'm saying
That's an insult to the pig
In the foul furrow that you dig
Why don't you lay your head down
In that unconsecrated ground

Well, was she your Mother or was she your bride?
To defile and to blister, to gnaw at her side
Is this the end of the world?
Now that you've finished your life
This riddle is the work of my little pen-knife