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    Here comes that dog again
    He bites me every now and then
    Foaming with misery
    He's covered with leather skin

    Bad to bones, lookin' for you
    Rabid to the core, bloody blue
    I call him Billy Blad
    His teeth cut, he's got tattoos yeah

    Don't call the doctor
    Don't call the priest
    I need some rock 'n' roll
    To live in the street

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    Mama was a shotgun
    She was a winner, but never won
    We'll never own a lot
    Tell you somethin', man, ain't got no plot yeah

    That dog, he's in the fog
    But in the dark, he's a hungry shark
    That dog, that dog, watch his eyes turn white, get funky

    Back home in the woods
    Raised by canine
    Never learned the things I should
    Had to learn to stay alive

    Now that I live urban
    I have a lot more fun heh
    I might do something wrong
    But I know how to run, run away

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    Composition: M. Watson, Mark Geary, and Scott Dalhover

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