Dog Dribble

I was in Manchester in the rain Stood grinning at my phone looking fucking insane Cunts push by me they were getting the train I thought what would it take for that to derail Lately been a little not loose Korn in the oven Limp Biscuit in my brew Because reality blurs and I'm skipping on the truth Pushing away people I'm supposed to be close to Having peace time, key lime, pecan pie After heaving down the sausage And half a jar of brine We've got the orders We're in the living quarters With a load of hot dogs And a heap of fucking burgers Where's my resolve? I think you got it (I think you got it) I think you waddled out the room With it in your back pocket So turn it up mum got prawns in my belly Ken Dodd's Dad's Dog's Dead Dog dribbling Dog dribbling Dog dribbling (death on the telly) Dog dribbling Dog dribbling Dog dribbling (death on the telly) Dog dribbling Dog dribbling Dog dribbling (death on the telly) Dog dribbling Dog dribbling Dog dribbling (death on the telly) Waking up every day in a full sprint Like the guitarist from the video of Big New Prinz Forgotten wasted and singed I'm a burnt chip getting sent to the food bin Waking up everyday on a food binge I down three Rennies and exercise discipline Fool proof get the big booth later on Execute perfectly about five head spins Uh Dog dribbling Dog dribbling Dog dribbling (about five heads pins) Dog dribbling Dog dribbling Dog dribbling (about five head spins) Dog dribbling Dog dribbling Dog dribbling (about five head spins) Dog dribbling Dog dribbling Dog dribbling (about five head spins) Move over Dog dribbling Dog dribbling Dog dribbling (the big dog dribbling) Dog dribbling Dog dribbling Dog dribbling (the big dog dribbling) Dog dribbling Dog dribbling Dog dribbling (the big dog dribbling) Dog dribbling Dog dribbling Dog dribbling (the big dog dribbling)