The Spotted Pig
Will Oldham
Hidden in the chest at the foot of my bed
Is the filthy spotted pig I've owned for so long
You've heard its noises and cried while I slept
Thinking that you wailing resembled... The spotted pig's song
Your modesty I love, your beauty I cherish
Your fear of death I envy, your vanity I punish
Humility I welcome, for to live with the pig
You should have…no pride
Little hairs from your swimsuit, sprouting from the sty
Where can I put my fingers that will make you weep
Tonight with windows open, my little beast and I
Will betray our watch and…disturb your sleep
