Dog
Daniel Willard
Fuss
You fucking hate my guts
I am washer hum
You got me all worked up
With that shoe bump love
You got me chained up in your closet
I don't wanna whisper through the slots
I want to scream it from the rooftops
I don't wanna be your fucking dog
Hell
You fucking hate me still
Felt like a face on milk
You got me licking at swill
With that child-like will
You let me dry up on the doorstep
Out in the sun, just like a slug
I want to scream it from the rooftops
I don't wanna be your fucking dog