Ron Sexsmith
"Grim Trucker"

When the moon is only a shadow
And the world is wiping her eyes
The grim trucker darkens the meadow
To the market he never drives

All the pigs go down the hill
Past the police station
Across the tracks
They turn right at the next light
And they never come back

See the sleepy-eyed little children
As we bus 'em off to school
To a greasy grimy ol' building
With a rusty golden rule

All the pigs go down the hill
Past the police station
Across the tracks
They turn right at the next light
And they never come back
Never come back

Fill our face with eggs and bacon
While this question weighs on our minds
Will we wake to wings up in Heaven?
Or to hooves and snout in our next life?

Some say if we get it right in this life
Then we never come back
We never come back...
Never come back, never come back
We never come back, never come back, never come back
Never come back