Ben Folds "Your Dogs" |
I see it all, I get it, I promise you I do Your mom walked out on you when you were only two You�ve grown up believing that this country hates the poor You�re a dad three times over and you�re only twenty-four The Christians on the radio, they act like you�re scum Self-righteous condescending bastards, each and every one I don�t read the Bible but I try to love you, man Every flaw and violent act, I think I understand But your dogs, your dogs, what�s fun about those? And that tat on your neck, and that ring through your nose? The weed, the junk food, the violent pornography Don�t you think you�d want to be Just a little bit more like me? I still have high hopes you could join our community There�s more of us than you now, but we�d welcome the diversity You�re not white trash, like the other neighbors say If you want to challenge stereotyping, join the PTA At night, when your pit bulls are scaring our children My wife, I�ll be honest here, wants me to shoot them And sometimes I let my fantasies run But that�s only at night, when I�m not really thinking And you�re listening to Metallica in your backyard and drinking The rest of the time I think we get along fine I never judge you, I�m a live-and-let-live guy But your dogs, your dogs, what�s fun about those? And that tat on your neck, and that ring through your nose? The weed, the junk food, the violent pornography Don�t you think you�d want to be Just a little bit more like me? Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |