Your Dogs
I see it
I get it
I promise you I do
Your mom walked out on you
When you were only two
You've grown up believing
That this country is a bore
Your a dad three times
And your only twenty four
The Christians on the radio
They act like your're scum
Self righteous congressmen
They bastard each and every one
I don't read the bible
But I try to love you man
Every flaw and violent act
I think I understand
But your dogs
Your dogs
What's fun about those
The tat on your neck and the ring through your nose
The weed, the jump through the violent pornography
Don't think you want to be just a little more like me
I still have hopes
You can join our community
More of us than you
But we welcome the diversity
You're not quite trash like the other neighbors say
If you want to challenge stereotypes then join the P.T.A.
At night when your pitbulls are scaring our children
My wife, I'll be honest here, wants me to shoot them
Sometimes I bet my fantasy is fun
But your dogs
Your dogs
What's fun about those
The tat on your neck and the ring through your nose
The weed the jump through the violent pornography
Don't you think you want to be just a little more like me
But that's only at night when I'm not really thinking
And your listening to Metallica in your backyard drinking
The rest of the time I think we get along fine
I've never judged you I'm a live and let live guy
But your dogs
Your dogs
What's fun about those
The tat on your neck and the ring through your nose
The weed the jump through the violent pornography
Don't think you want to be just a little more like me
Autor(es): FOLDS, BENJAMIN SCOTT/HORNBY, NICHOLAS PETER JOHN
