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