Now This Song Is Dedicated   To A Special Kind Of Person   The Kind Of Person That's Hiding   Under Rocks And In Closets   Wherever You Go   Hiding   Behind A Guise Of Respectability   The Cowardly Journalist   Who Hides Behind His Typewriter   Exploiting People Who Can't Fight Back   The Assassin   Who Strikes People By Surprise   The Sickie Sadist   Who Hides Behind His Police Badge   To Commit Crimes Of Violence   Against Other People   Whatever Role They Are Playing   These Creeps   Are Always The Same   Because   A Pig Is A Pig   And That's That      (Ichi Ni San Shi)      Your Stinkin' Lies Are So Lame   Your Stupid Ideas Are The Same   A Pig Is A Pig   And That's That   You Know Who You Are      Your Phoney Pose Is So Old   You're Just A Product From The Mold   A Pig Is A Pig   And That's That   You Know Who You Are   I Can Predict What You'll Do   'cause Everyone Else Is Like You   A Pig Is A Pig   And That's That   Stupid Mean And Ugly      Down In The Dirt Where You Go   Lower Than You You Can't Go   A Pig Is A Pig   And That's That   Big Brother's Watching You      You Can Dress Up In Disguises   You Can Try To Mesmerize 'em   You Can Surround   Yourself With Friends   Who Tell You What You Want To Hear   But In The End No Matter What You Do   You Will Come Shining Through