Sound
Blues Rock, male singer with southern accent, guitars,G harmonica Soulful, Melodic, Playful, Distorted guitar,
Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Yellow hair a greasy slick, snout held high and proud
Waving a flag of white and red and blue, shouting to the crowd
He struts and brags and beats his chest, a vision bold and brash
But look beneath the surface deep, and see the coming crash
(Chorus)
American or Russian, painted in the light
Doesn't matter what the colors, it's the same damn fight
Same desire, same hungry greed, same story told in lies
A yellow-haired pig in a fancy suit, behind calculating eyes
(Verse 2)
He speaks of freedom, speaks of might, of building walls so tall
But all he builds is for himself, and watches empires fall
He feeds on fear and feeds on hate, a sow with endless need
And when he's done, the field is bare, and only weeds proceed
(Chorus)
American or Russian, painted in the light
Doesn't matter what the colors, it's the same damn fight
Same desire, same hungry greed, same story told in lies
A yellow-haired pig in a fancy suit, behind calculating eyes
(Bridge)
The flag may flutter in the breeze, a symbol bright and grand
But held by hands that clutch the earth, and choke the promised land
So don't be fooled by golden hair, or slogans loud and clear
The pig is still a pig, my friend, and that should be quite clear
(Chorus)
American or Russian, painted in the light
Doesn't matter what the colors, it's the same damn fight
Same desire, same hungry greed, same story told in lies
A yellow-haired pig in a fancy suit, behind calculating eyes
(Outro)
Same shit, different pig pen
Same shit, and so it begins again.
Yellow hair a greasy slick, snout held high and proud
Waving a flag of white and red and blue, shouting to the crowd
He struts and brags and beats his chest, a vision bold and brash
But look beneath the surface deep, and see the coming crash
(Chorus)
American or Russian, painted in the light
Doesn't matter what the colors, it's the same damn fight
Same desire, same hungry greed, same story told in lies
A yellow-haired pig in a fancy suit, behind calculating eyes
(Verse 2)
He speaks of freedom, speaks of might, of building walls so tall
But all he builds is for himself, and watches empires fall
He feeds on fear and feeds on hate, a sow with endless need
And when he's done, the field is bare, and only weeds proceed
(Chorus)
American or Russian, painted in the light
Doesn't matter what the colors, it's the same damn fight
Same desire, same hungry greed, same story told in lies
A yellow-haired pig in a fancy suit, behind calculating eyes
(Bridge)
The flag may flutter in the breeze, a symbol bright and grand
But held by hands that clutch the earth, and choke the promised land
So don't be fooled by golden hair, or slogans loud and clear
The pig is still a pig, my friend, and that should be quite clear
(Chorus)
American or Russian, painted in the light
Doesn't matter what the colors, it's the same damn fight
Same desire, same hungry greed, same story told in lies
A yellow-haired pig in a fancy suit, behind calculating eyes
(Outro)
Same shit, different pig pen
Same shit, and so it begins again.