Dogs
You fucking dog
You have to work today
You're dogging the boys
Your wife's in labour
You're dogging the boys
Your granny's funeral
You're dogging the boys
That's all you do mate
You're just dogging the boys
Get off your high horse
You've got nothing going on in your life
Forget all those bullshit vows to your wife
Fuck your commitments and come drinking you tool
Your stupid 4-year-old can walk home from school
Don't be stupid, you don't need to go work
Just use your Centrelink man, don't be a jerk
You think your family is better than me
You fucking dog, fuck them, let's go drink VB
I can't believe you fucking dogged the boys once again
I can't believe you fucking dogged the boys once again
I can't believe you fucking dogged the boys once again
I can't believe you fucking dogged the boys once again
Unintelligible screaming
You know what this means
It means that you're
Whipped
You're dickless
You spineless piece of trash
You know you owe it to us
To ditch your dying dad and come get
Pissed that you think
His final days on Earth are somehow
More important
Than going on a pub crawl with the boys
Get off your high horse
And fix yourself
You have to work today
You're dogging the boys
Your wife's in labour
You're dogging the boys
Your granny's funeral
You're dogging the boys
That's all you do mate
You're just dogging the boys
Get off your high horse
You've got nothing going on in your life
Forget all those bullshit vows to your wife
Fuck your commitments and come drinking you tool
Your stupid 4-year-old can walk home from school
Don't be stupid, you don't need to go work
Just use your Centrelink man, don't be a jerk
You think your family is better than me
You fucking dog, fuck them, let's go drink VB
I can't believe you fucking dogged the boys once again
I can't believe you fucking dogged the boys once again
I can't believe you fucking dogged the boys once again
I can't believe you fucking dogged the boys once again
Unintelligible screaming
You know what this means
It means that you're
Whipped
You're dickless
You spineless piece of trash
You know you owe it to us
To ditch your dying dad and come get
Pissed that you think
His final days on Earth are somehow
More important
Than going on a pub crawl with the boys
Get off your high horse
And fix yourself
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Writer(s): Jeremy Leggett
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