To the Dogs

They got a bone
Sticking out of their jaws
They got a million dollar collar made of priceless jewels and solid gold
They’re fetching a stick
Jumping up through the air
And they know when they catch it they’ll be even more filthy stinking rich

Don’t you know
When your paying your bills
Everything is going to the dogs

They got a ball
Running round in the grass
And you better not cross em cause they wouldn’t think twice to bite your ass
They walk in the park
Greet the people they meet
If they like what they see they might stop and sniff around for a while

When you wake up in the morning with the feeling of a tongue against your arm
And you kindly do their bidding as you open up the door to let them out
You could be dying in the corner and they wouldn’t even try to help you up
As they hide another million underneath their fancy water bowl

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