Oh, I've known lonely. A faker in a room of phonies. nSharp dressed pigs, jet black behind the eyes.nThey wet down my wings, I can't stay dry.nOh, I've known lonely. A faker in a room of phonies. nSharp dressed pigs, jet black behind the eyes.nThey wet down my wings, I can't stay dry.nLay it on me thick, let us both admit that (in this place) innocence, it don't exist. nHelp me follow fast this last shallow and pray, my pretty, your heart to keep kept away from the pigs we've kept at bay.