Clutch - Pigtown Blues lyrics

Down wind from Pigtown, wrecks in the yard Scream at the sun "Just finish the job!" Telephone poles slowly weep in their pitch The butcher's brown sweat runs back down the ditch A great place to visit, a better place to leave False poison sumac, lies on the eave Weather vanes speed up over the motoring of shutters The Pigtown blues run deep down the gutters The skies are heavy, hey bro? Block after block after block Out across the marsh trees, harshly accuse Pointing black fingers most broke with abuse High-tension wires, lurch in degrees Men have their conscience, while dogs have their fleas Cyclops winks as he sinks to the soil Labor in vain, labor and toil The residents succumb to the shadows and sticks The Pigtown blues run right through the bricks The skies are heavy, hey bro? Block after block after block The skies are heavy, hey bro? Block after block after block The skies are heavy, hey bro? Block after block after block The skies are heavy, hey bro? Block after block after block