Play Dead

Have you seen that dog at the end of the street
He is made out of bones, he is made out of meat
With teeth of a shark, two or three rows deep
You can hear him bark, whenever you want to sleep

Luring his victims, by standing still
Drawing them closer, curiosity kills
Snapping and posting, working the phones
By the light of the moon, he buries the bones

He will sit, he will stay
He will obey these words I say

Play Dead
Play Dead
Play Dead
Play Dead

Have you seen that dog, yeah, you know the one
When nobody's watching, we play in the sun
He listens to me, many others have tried
To make him abide. All of them died. Good boy

He will sit and he will stay
He will obey these words I say

Play Dead. Play Dead
Play Dead. Play Dead
Play Dead
Play Dead
Play Dead
Play Dead



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Writer(s): Dave Whitcher
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