Three Dog Sun

Chardonnay chasers riding electric bikes in Britain
Took a tour of Shakespeare's kitchen
They got his birthday wrong
We read Caesar in the seventh grade
but I don't need to see his childhood home

Three dog sun
Follow one
I'm on a fifty-minute hour
Please show me the exit

Flesh-eating whippet, now that we've had you for a year
It's easy to imagine how you lost that part of your left ear
When you're acting indiscreet, be sure to show me your teeth

Three dog sun
Follow one
I'm on a fifty-minute hour
Please show me the exit

I thought that seeing your face would make this time more tolerable
but those masks with the clear window remind me of Hannibal
In bed's my religion and I'm sporting the uniform of depression

Kingdom come
Up and run
I'm on a fifty-minute hour
Please show me the exit
I'm on a fifty-minute hour
Please cut to the credits



Credits
Writer(s): Ann Schaefer
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