Drizzlehell

I watch the way you move And I count by the way you press your eyes And by the little things that put you down Ride the rails to where you are, help me thank you all Let me f******u all, and by the way you bitch and masturbate The bold ones carry on and on the way your prayer comes up And have fun, the way to carry on I'm a dog, I know, I'm a dog It's the only way, it's the corner stay Push the freight along and grant them all their little Goddamn shitty things In the light it grows, slower than before "Ten-four, they've got to burn, the 9.3 will come to carry on" Gimme some of your good loving I need your good loving Dog, I'm a dog, I know I'm a dog I'm a dog, I know I'm a dog Oh, Elvis, yer just standin' there and completely naked And I's jest thinkin' to m'self "Goddamn-it boy! You've come a quite a little while for Such a little country doggie" And now it's touching himself in private How many people do you know who can make it through Life without ever buying a goddamn vowel --- Drizzlehell - Strapping Young Lad