| Song | Piggy Pig Pig |
| Artist | Procol Harum |
| Album | Home |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brooker, Reid | |
| (originally Wash Yourself) | |
| Wash yourself and see your sorrow, make every pitcher clean | |
| Take a mop to swab the floor and destroy the evil dream | |
| Counting houses full of lead, the evil eye on high | |
| The streets awash with blood and pus, the new moon's in the sky | |
| God's aloft, the winds are raging | |
| God's aloft, the winds are cold | |
| After leaving | |
| I was weeping - count it out in tolls | |
| Watch the book, the page is turning - how the tale unfolds | |
| Inside every cancered spectre, inside-outside find your own | |
| God's aloft, the winds are raging - | |
| God's aloft, the winds are cold |
| zuo ci : Brooker, Reid | |
| originally Wash Yourself | |
| Wash yourself and see your sorrow, make every pitcher clean | |
| Take a mop to swab the floor and destroy the evil dream | |
| Counting houses full of lead, the evil eye on high | |
| The streets awash with blood and pus, the new moon' s in the sky | |
| God' s aloft, the winds are raging | |
| God' s aloft, the winds are cold | |
| After leaving | |
| I was weeping count it out in tolls | |
| Watch the book, the page is turning how the tale unfolds | |
| Inside every cancered spectre, insideoutside find your own | |
| God' s aloft, the winds are raging | |
| God' s aloft, the winds are cold |
| zuò cí : Brooker, Reid | |
| originally Wash Yourself | |
| Wash yourself and see your sorrow, make every pitcher clean | |
| Take a mop to swab the floor and destroy the evil dream | |
| Counting houses full of lead, the evil eye on high | |
| The streets awash with blood and pus, the new moon' s in the sky | |
| God' s aloft, the winds are raging | |
| God' s aloft, the winds are cold | |
| After leaving | |
| I was weeping count it out in tolls | |
| Watch the book, the page is turning how the tale unfolds | |
| Inside every cancered spectre, insideoutside find your own | |
| God' s aloft, the winds are raging | |
| God' s aloft, the winds are cold |