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.