Dogmeat

Cut off my tongue and turn it to dog meat, Give it to the hobo, give him words to eat, Everybody thinks I've got new ideas. So funny when I always see you here. Too many flesh suppers keeps distressing me, I buy them in bulk, I watch them go green, Everybody thinks I'm a fucking chump. I fall to the floor with a kick to the gut. I'll go for liver and you go for brains, Chew it up its human and tastes all the same, Everybody thinks I'm a monolith. So funny when West Street girlies dance like this.