For the Dogs

The dogs are barking
The dogs are barking loud
Those irritating, blaring industrial alarms
Those howling wild beasts are no match
The dogs are barking, they are barking loud
Right in the middle of the street
The dogs are barking tirelessly
The masters have clearly fed them all
The dogs are barking and I just want to kill them
For the meat buyers at Dewlahland

The dogs have guns
The dogs have machine guns
Might as well just fire than to bark
The dogs have machine guns so sophisticated
It’s only the masters’ nod they are waiting
The dogs are barking and the dogs have machine guns
If they must, shoot it at my ass
And I don’t give a rat’s ass
The dogs have guns; but maybe all they want are some meat
The dogs have bitches and bastards back in the doghouse

The dogs are barking and the dogs have machine guns
Along the serpentine roads their heads are bulging out
The dogs are parroting the master parrots
The master parrots are parroting the head parrots
And the head parrots are parroting the chief parrots
The dogs are parroting the head parrots
The dogs are parroting the chief parrots
This is the land of dogs, who cares
All the dogs are parroting like a boss, intimidating
Except the localities’ famous shit-eating natural dogs.