Now this song is dedicated to a special kind of person The kind of person that's hiding under rocks and in closets Wherever you go Hiding behind a guise of respectability The cowardly journalist who hides behind his typewriter Exploiting people who can't fight back The a**a**in who strikes people by surprise The sickie sadist who hides behind his police badge To commit crimes of violence against other people Whatever role they are playing These creeps are always the same Because a pig is a pig And that's that! Ichi, ni, san, shi! Your stinkin' lies are so lame Your stupid ideas are the same A pig is a pig and that's, that's that You know who you are Your phoney pose is so old You're just a product from the mold A pig is a pig and that's, that's that You know who you are I can predict what you'll do 'Cause everyone else is like you A pig is a pig and that's, that's that Stupid, mean and ugly Down in the dirt where you go Lower than you you can't go A pig is a pig and that's, that's that Big brother's watching you You can dress up in disguises You can try to mesmerize 'em You can surround yourself with friends Who tell you what you want to hear But in the end no, matter what you do You will come shining through