Madrid Airpoet Departures
Cannonball Statman
Did you know the
People's spokespeople's billionaire donors drive weird motorcycles, and
Bum cigarette bums from real bums with tired bums out on the street, and
Throw small dogs and children off cliffs in the middle of winter
It's gonna be a long lonely winter 'less I'm with you, Boy;
Without you, I go mad
We love our Dog, he is not a policeman;
We love our Dog, he is not border patrol
The psychoanalysts say we hate God, but maybe we just wanna live
You suckers wanna get ahead. We will stay behind, and water the Dog;
The Dog will grow branches, the branches will grow leaves in Springtime
And the leaves will turn chaotic colors and Fall off the Dog
We love our Dog, he is not a charlatan;
We love our Dog, he is not border patrol
Mad, mad, mad
Mad