Licorice the Dog
Danny's dog tore apart my hand
And I cried
And I bled
'Cause I thought that he and I were friends
'Cause I'd pet his head
The dog had a collar around his neck
That shocked him if he ran
And there was a tired look inside his eyes
Like he'd had enough life
You can tie what you love up to a tree
Give it water, say, "It belongs to me."
Maybe there's peace at night in Hell,
But it seems that we're not the people that we think
A garter snake got into Ryan's yard
We beat him to death for fun
It broke my heart and I told my mother so
Her son: a criminal
Danny and Ryan played by the service ditch without me
Bullshit
And Ryan's arm had been in a sling
I pushed him into the hole
And they chased me
You can tie what you love up to a tree
Give it water, say, "It belongs to me."
Maybe there's peace at night in Hell,
But it seems that we're not the people that we think
And on our block lived a wanted man
Alone: no friends
He was quiet, but gave us friendly nods
As we rode by his yard
One day the police converged upon his house
In handcuffs, they brought him out
His house sat empty and his grass grew tall
And his crime grew as we talked
You can tie what you love up to a tree
Give it water, say, "It belongs to me."
Maybe there's peace at night in Hell,
But it seems that we're not the people that we think
And I cried
And I bled
'Cause I thought that he and I were friends
'Cause I'd pet his head
The dog had a collar around his neck
That shocked him if he ran
And there was a tired look inside his eyes
Like he'd had enough life
You can tie what you love up to a tree
Give it water, say, "It belongs to me."
Maybe there's peace at night in Hell,
But it seems that we're not the people that we think
A garter snake got into Ryan's yard
We beat him to death for fun
It broke my heart and I told my mother so
Her son: a criminal
Danny and Ryan played by the service ditch without me
Bullshit
And Ryan's arm had been in a sling
I pushed him into the hole
And they chased me
You can tie what you love up to a tree
Give it water, say, "It belongs to me."
Maybe there's peace at night in Hell,
But it seems that we're not the people that we think
And on our block lived a wanted man
Alone: no friends
He was quiet, but gave us friendly nods
As we rode by his yard
One day the police converged upon his house
In handcuffs, they brought him out
His house sat empty and his grass grew tall
And his crime grew as we talked
You can tie what you love up to a tree
Give it water, say, "It belongs to me."
Maybe there's peace at night in Hell,
But it seems that we're not the people that we think
Credits
Writer(s): Kye Hillig
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