Seventyseven dog years

Good luck! You brought your keys to the parking lot And every time you'd play one of your songs You'd make all the pauses extra long Give the drama some time, I guess I hated it but I took what I could get In the trunk of your car at 9 am Waiting for the doors to open Oh, what to do Now that you're over and out? Have you noticed your hounds have grown so old Since I learned what you did? (Pony up mother-fucker) P-Pay for your sins I didn't know I was out of the loop My mother seemed like she'd already had it with you You were a stranger but I went up to bat for you Oh my God, I hadn't even knew And then I saw her heart break, I cracked it in two The whole reason we were raised detached from the group It was always a reaction to you Oh, what to do Now that you're over and out? Have you noticed your hounds have grown so old Since I learned what you did? (Pony up mother-fucker) P-Pay for your sins And when you're done with that song of yours I'd like to sing you mine Oh, what to do? Oh, what to do? And when you meet with that God of yours I hope you see the light Oh, what to do? Oh, what to do? You must've forgotten those dogs of yours I've seen them walkin' 'round Oh, what to do? Oh, what to do? And did you drop off that Mom of yours Or is she still in the house? Oh, what to do? When you walked in I got all riled up like our dog If there's a threat to the pack then she'll start to bark And she means well, but it's funny to watch She's only 15 inches tall She couldn't scare a fly off a wall Oh, what to do Now that you're over and out? Have you noticed your hounds have grown so old Since I learned what you did? (Pony up mother-fucker)