My Husband the Pig / Every Day a Little Death lyrics

[THE WIFE, spoken]
My husband the pig
The swaggering bore I'll do anything for
What a pig!

[THE WIFE]
The air of disdain is appalling
The level of decency nil
If he thinks that I'll always come crawling
Ha! I will

My husband the pig
I worship the ground
That he kicks me around
On, the pig

I have no objection to passing inspection
But who can contend with an endless erection
That falls to its knees when it sees its reflection?
My husband...

Like a clot in the cream
Or a fly in the jam
Till I think that I'm going to scream...
And I am
But would anyone here give a damn?
Ah, well
Every day a little death
In the parlor, in the bed
In the curtains, in the silver
In the buttons, in the bread
Every day a little sting
In the heart and in the head
Every move and every breath
And you hardly feel a thing
Brings a perfect little death

He smiles sweetly, strokes my hair
Says he misses me
I would murder him right there
But first I die
He talks softly of his wars
And his horses and his whores
I think love's a dirty business!

[THE YOUNGER WOMAN]
So do I!

[THE WIFE & THE YOUNGER WOMAN]
I'm before him on my knees (So do I...)
And he kisses me
He assumes I'll lose my reason
And I do
[THE YOUNGER WOMAN]
Men are stupid, men are vain

[THE WIFE]
Love's disgusting, love's insane

[THE WIFE & THE YOUNGER WOMAN]
A humiliating business!

[THE YOUNGER WOMAN]
Oh, how true!

[THE WIFE]
Ah, well
Every day a little death

[THE YOUNGER WOMAN]
Every day a little death

[THE WIFE]
In the parlor, in the bed

[THE YOUNGER WOMAN]
On the lips and in the eyes

[THE WIFE]
In the curtains, in the silver
[THE WIFE & THE YOUNGER WOMAN]
In the buttons, in the bread (In the murmurs, in the pauses)

[THE YOUNGER WOMAN]
In the gestures, in the sighs

[THE WIFE]
Every day a little sting

[THE YOUNGER WOMAN]
Every day a little dies

[THE WIFE]
In the heart and in the head

[THE YOUNGER WOMAN]
In the looks and in the lies

[THE WIFE]
Every move and every breath

[THE WIFE & THE YOUNGER WOMAN]
And you hardly feel a thing
Brings a perfect little death