Clutch (band) - Pigtown Blues lyrics

Down went from Pigtown, wrecks in the yard Scream out the song just finish the job Telephone poles slowly weep in the pitch The butcher's brow sweat runs back down the ditch A great place to visit, a better place to leave False poison sumac, lies on the heave Weather veins beat over the motoring of shutters The Pigtown blues run deep down the gutters The skies are heavy Abram Block after block after block All across the marsh trees, harshly accused Pointing black fingers most broke with abuse High-tension wires, blush in the breeze Men have their conscience, while dogs have their fleas Cyclops winks as he sinks to the soil Labor in vain, labor in toil The residents succumb to the shadows and sticks The Pigtown blues run right through the bricks The skies are heavy Abram Block after block after block The skies are heavy Abram Block after block after block The skies are heavy Abram Block after block after block The skies are heavy Abram Block after block after block