Elvis Costello - Swine lyrics

You're a swine and i'm saying that's an insult to the pig In the foul furrow that you dig Why don't you lay your head down In that unconsecrated ground Was she your mother? Or was she your bride To defile and to blister To gnaw at her side Is this the end of the world? Now that you've finished your life This riddle is the work of my little pen-knife