about. In leopard skins and tiger shoes. We all sing the dog food blues. Sling it on the rusty deck. Rip the sinew from its neck. You can't complain, it's fair enough. We kill it and you buy the stuff
(Huh) . God damn . See you licking frosting from your own hands . Want another taste, I'm begging, "yes ma'am" . I'm tired of all this candy on the dry land, dry land, oh . Waste time with a masterpiece
some weight. Maybe I'll clear my junk. Maybe I'll just get drunk on apple wine. Me, I'll be just. Fine and dandy. Lord, it's like a hard candy Christmas. I'm barely getting through tomorrow. But still, I