Fangs Out
Doggy abandonned, hair shining,
speckled; baring its fangs to the crowd
I tried to avoid it, said lady in slippers
They came and they barked on my grounds
Oh well gather the squad
And meet their drastic dentures
Bark in their mouths now
Lick on their greasy wigs
Whoosh Fountain of slobber
Pretty thin gestures they have
You get down on your knees
And you crawl to the floor so I can pet you and bite you hard
I can feel your skin scratching from the wounds
I will lick the crust itching through the ditch
Down on all fours
Fangs out
Down on all fours
Fangs out
Down on all fours
Fangs out
Down on all fours
Fangs out
Down on all fours
Fangs out
Down on all fours
Fangs out
I'll make you scream now oh oh make you now
I'll lick your wounds now off off now sit
Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit...
Shout out to those dogs
Counting the days days
Waiting to jump on the first guy who's bleeding up to death
Counting up days days
Itching your bruise, bruises
Watching you bleed and jerk off like
That's what you always wanted
Down on all fours
Fangs out
Down on all fours
Fangs out
Down on all fours
Fangs out
Down on all fours
Fangs out
Fangs out
I can feel your skin scratching from the wounds
I will lick the crust itching through the ditch
I can feel your skin scratching from the wounds
I will lick the crust itching through the ditch
speckled; baring its fangs to the crowd
I tried to avoid it, said lady in slippers
They came and they barked on my grounds
Oh well gather the squad
And meet their drastic dentures
Bark in their mouths now
Lick on their greasy wigs
Whoosh Fountain of slobber
Pretty thin gestures they have
You get down on your knees
And you crawl to the floor so I can pet you and bite you hard
I can feel your skin scratching from the wounds
I will lick the crust itching through the ditch
Down on all fours
Fangs out
Down on all fours
Fangs out
Down on all fours
Fangs out
Down on all fours
Fangs out
Down on all fours
Fangs out
Down on all fours
Fangs out
I'll make you scream now oh oh make you now
I'll lick your wounds now off off now sit
Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit...
Shout out to those dogs
Counting the days days
Waiting to jump on the first guy who's bleeding up to death
Counting up days days
Itching your bruise, bruises
Watching you bleed and jerk off like
That's what you always wanted
Down on all fours
Fangs out
Down on all fours
Fangs out
Down on all fours
Fangs out
Down on all fours
Fangs out
Fangs out
I can feel your skin scratching from the wounds
I will lick the crust itching through the ditch
I can feel your skin scratching from the wounds
I will lick the crust itching through the ditch
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Writer(s): Clara Cappagli, Armand Bultheel
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