Gone to the Dogs

I paid 36 bucks for a jug of beer
And there's nothing fucking special about being in here
100 percent got nothin' to say to you
Don't sell me 18 dollar chips and serve 'em in a shoe

This place has gone to the dogs
Gone to the dogs, gone to the dogs
This place has gone to the dogs
Gone to the dogs, gone to the dogs
This place has gone to the dogs

They freed the greyhounds then they locked 'em back up
Pulled over for RBT, now I'm pissing in a cup
Let's dig the biggest hole and run it from a phone
Get on your knees and beg until they throw a bone

This place has gone to the dogs
Gone to the dogs, gone to the dogs
This place has gone to the dogs
Gone to the dogs, gone to the dogs
This place has gone to the dogs
Gone to the dogs

And when the human race is finally gone and dead
The animals will make everything right again

This place has gone to the dogs
Gone to the dogs, gone to the dogs
This place has gone to the dogs
Gone to the dogs, gone to the dogs
This place has gone to the dogs
Gone to the dogs



Credits
Writer(s): Gordon Forman, Jason Whalley, Lindsay Mcdougall, Michael Dallinger
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