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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 fk you all, and by the way you b*tch and masturb*te,
the bold ones carry on and on the way your prayer come 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
godd*mn s**tty 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
"godd*mn-it boy! you've come a quite a little while for
such a little country doggie..."
and now he's touching himself in private
how may people do you know who can make it through
life without ever buying a godd*mn vowel