That Dog

Here comes that dog again

He bites me every now and then

Foaming with misery

He's covered with leather skin

Bad to bones, lookin' for you

Rabid to the core, bloody blue

I call him Billy Blad

His teeth cut, he's got tattoos yeah

Don't call the doctor

Don't call the priest

I need some rock 'n' roll

To live in the street

Mama was a shotgun

She was a winner, but never won

We'll never own a lot

Tell you somethin', man, ain't got no plot yeah

That dog, he's in the fog

But in the dark, he's a hungry shark

That dog, that dog, watch his eyes turn white, get funky

Back home in the woods

Raised by canine

Never learned the things I should

Had to learn to stay alive

Now that I live urban

I have a lot more fun heh

I might do something wrong

But I know how to run, run away