Day Of Pigs Lyrics - Singles - Roper

Saturday 

I could feet the crowd's dismay 

They've acquired quite a fire 

to burn the profane on a funeral pyre 

Voices shrill 

cutting silence like they mean to kill 

Some pep rally where we scream His name 

like God was loosing in a football game 

[Chorus:] 

I don't want to waste His name this time 

I will never cast Him to the swine 

(Grasping at some feeling you once knew 

is nothing sacred ever safe with you?) 

Silver tongues 

all the spirit of an iron lung 

Selling highs as if we needed one 

Flash the lights so not be outdone 

Counterfeit 

wanting joy so much we take a hit 

like a tapeworm deep in hunger digs 

Waste the sacred just to feed these pigs 

If this is real, then you must find it 

between the space of grace and grim 

It's nothing you can manufacture 

your walls cannot contain Him