Casting Pearls

This pebble on the bottom, this pebble in my shoe, is shaping every current, this pebble won't be moved take it into your body, place it upon your tongue to swallow can be painful, to open's to become... This piggy goes to market this piggy stays at home this piggy's eating beef this piggy will eat none this piggy wears his scars this piggy's wasted to bone this piggy calls his momma this piggy set out to roam set out to roam set out to roam I should have been a poet, I should have been a priest, they say the greatest here is always seen as least collect the sharp-edged moments--call all the ones you love the hand that pulls the levers has taken off the gloves these are my pearls... these are my pearls... I cannot help but lose them I cannot help but cast the shine into the future, the pain into the past these are my pearls... these are my pearls... these are my pearls... these are my pearls... these are my pearls...