A Life Embossed

A breed? No, a series of breeds

It’s not a single type or a single gloss

But they’re singled out at half the cost

Cast off and cast out and almost lost

Is the innocent cry of a life embossed

The innocent cry of a life embossed

A judgment based in human error

A snap decision made in crippling terror

A sentence passed down from shaking hands

Caving and twisting to frightened demands of the disillusioned masses

To slap the wrist of the lower classes of life

To slap the wrist, to slap the wrist

It will be no defense, despite the nurturing influence

The nature’s decided, the plan is divine

And if you should feel remorse anywhere inside you throughout the course

Of this abomination, you should feel grateful

Grateful to feel anything at all

Grateful to feel anything at all

Grateful to feel anything

Grateful to feel anything

You are the heartless

You are the soulless beast

You are trained to kill, but unwilling

You are trained to kill, but unwilling to bear witness

Grateful to feel anything at all

Maybe you should concentrate

On the vicious people and the alarming rate

Of murderers and drug dealers with whom you share

No regard for life before you set and ensnare the same victims

Outlining the qualities by combining varied breeds

Breed specific legislation falls flat on its only short snout

A death squad assembled, why put up a fight?

The round up resembles a crystal night

In relation to temperament, they pass with an overwhelming percent

The american pit bull, the american dream

The task is ours to keep our dogs and children safe

Disregard the media, or the province, or the state

With a different target every decade or so

You can wait until they break into your home

Repeat the lies you’ve bought and sold and say, you should look up the facts

When you should look up the facts your fuckin’ self

Or you could stand for a dog that’s not your own because your own damn dog is next

I’m proud of every pit bull, but ashamed of my own country

I oppose any legislature that should try and stop me

And if a pit bull is a weapon, you’ll have to pry them

And if a pit bull is a weapon, you’ll have to pry them

I won’t stop until they lift these, these ridiculous bans

And if a pit bull is a weapon, you’ll have to pry them

And if a pit bull is a weapon, you’ll have to pry them from my cold, dead hands