Drizzlehell

Drizzlehell Lyrics

i watch the way you move,
and i count by the way you press your eyes
and by the little things that put you down,
ride the rails to where you are - help me thank you all,
let me f**k you all, and by the way you b**ch and masturbate,
the bold ones carry on and on the way your prayer come up
and have fun - the way to carry on

i'm a dog, i know, i'm a dog

it's the only way, it's the corner stay
push the freight along and grant them all their little

goddamn sh*tty things
in the light it grows, slower than before,
"ten-four, they've got to burn, the 9.3 will come to carry on..."

gimme some of your good loving,
i need your good loving

dog, i'm a dog, i know i'm a dog,
i'm a dog, i know i'm a dog...

oh, elvis yer just standin' there and completely naked

and i's jest thinkin' to m'self
"goddamn-it boy! you've come a quite a little while for

such a little country doggie..."

and now he's touching himself in private
how may people do you know who can make it through

life without ever buying a goddamn vowel