Slobber Of The Dog

Unfit, two-bit, half-wit frog

I'm on one knee, coughing up smog

Fact of the matter is slobber of the dog

I drew

I drew an outline

Where sympathy is smeared with time

Miscreants that they assigned

And the smell of skunk they left behind

Little old lady with an eye of glass

I don't care much for a ruling class

Their unconcern for my ass

Molesting grip on the now and past

I drew

I drew an outline

Where sympathy is smeared with time

Miscreants that they assigned

And the smell of skunk they left behind

The smell

The smell

The smell

The smell of skunk is left behind

A faulty factory design

My faith

My faith

My faith

My faith expired several times

I walk away with head up high