| Well we called off your guard as we entered the yard
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| To convince you to redirect some of that rage
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| Because who fed you rocks while they ate their thanksgiving
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| And who left you out all alone in their cage
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| And when you were a pup, well I watched you so close
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| You ran straight to the distance allowed by his post
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| You got kicked, you got choked, phrases crept up your spine
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| When he said «we must keep our bitches in line»
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| And on his poker nights he says the same of his wife
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| He’s the top dog/pack leader/true alpha-male
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| So make no sudden moves keep your nose from the border
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| You move fast. |
| You eat last this side of pecking-order
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| So why don’t you come with me?
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| We’ve got acres with streams. |
| We won’t keep you in cages/make you beg for your
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| treats. |
| We won’t tell you to heel, though you might need some time to
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| Dig up those old bones your young self left behind
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| You said
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| «Your offer is nice but here should suffice
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| Yeah, my younger years were something but that isn’t my life
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| Master is all that I’ve got
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| He keeps me having a purpose
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| Gives me bed, keeps me fed
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| And I’m just slightly nervous of what I might do
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| If I were let loose
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| If I caught that mail car
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| Or ate garbage for food
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| So, as I bare all my teeth
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| I will ask of you please to just leave.»
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| Well your heart has spoken
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| I feel you’re already house broken
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| Well I made you a hood ornament for an oncoming car
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| Because your bark might seem bad but I’ll show you the scars
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| From when the state sent you over to deliver your teeth
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| To the heels of your kindred breaking chains from their feet
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| And then you wipe your hands clean. |
| Splash of water/paper napkin
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| While the parrots sing headlines, we wear the leash like a fashion
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| Try to take out my claws expect a visceral reaction
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| Try to muzzle me up, I’ll lash out, I’ll bite back and
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| Keep my options open
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| For fear of becoming housebroken |