Do you see the dead dog lying in the ditch.
Was his father a whoring bitch, or was he loved to the last stitch.
Do you see the dead dog all bloated, maggots, and flies.
Please don't tell me lies, was he burried between your thighs,
or was he mournin to be left astray.
Don't you see him flating away, what was it you used to say,
through it all we would find a way.
Look don't you see the dead dog lying in your ditch,
was he loved to the last stitch.
Or was he like all the rest of
the dead dogs lying in your ditch......
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