Lyrics D.O.B. - Mutts

D.O.B.

Dirty old streets and dirty young women
Dirty black skies over dirty politicians
Someone’s gotta clean up this mess
Ain’t gonna be me though
They got cameras in the sky
Collecting on the damage
Then they televise the suspect
The lowly savage
Like some preachers critiquing
Strip teases at peep shows
«All good boys and girls do as you’re told
Pay your taxes, obey your God.»
But what do we do when it’s our God or
Government who has done wrong?
Father got his books of the Bible
Puppies got them loveable eyes
An idol got a slew of disciples
A thief in disguise don’t need a crowbar to pry
And I’m a God-fearin' man
So I’m gon' run as fast as I can;
No crook in a suit’s gonna take from my hand
When my babies need food
And soon they’ll want crayons
«All loyal subjects, you need not fear —
If you stand fast, brother provides.»
But what do we do when our brother forgets
His blood is just as mine?
«What's hangin' outta your shirt?
What’s hangin' outta your skirt?
You make me want some… but don’t call if you ain’t gon' come
What’s hangin' outta your purse?
You gon' fit that in your hearse?
So lemme have some… but don’t call if you ain’t gon' come.»