Well I started out younger at things that people start younger at
And a thousand days and nights of getting overexposed
Then someone asks, "How do you sleep at night?"
With the borrowed dreams from a broken past

You [bad word]  away don't matter how fast or long
You always wind up there
Another thousand pileups in the ugly name of morality [bad word] ugly, some creepy guy keeps asking
"How the [bad word] do you sleep at night?"
With a frozen dream and a borrowed hope that died

Filth pig, filth pig
I sleep with both eyes open
Filth pig, filth pig

I keep chasing this tail but the tail gets bigger go figure
thousand more stories keep the fires and flames alive
So how the [bad word] do I dream at night?
With the memories of a borrowed death, the guilty past
Filth pig, filth pig
He sleeps with both eyes open
Filth pig, filth pig

He sleeps all right because he's a
Filth pig