Your Talking Dog - Live from Grace Lutheran Church

I'm all bark and you're all bite
Somehow, I've never been right
I guess we'll do things your way
Your talking dog has learned to stay

And all our friends have made their bets
Now, we bleed until we're spent
I just hope when I leave this cage
I can find myself again

How did I lose my sense of smell
And miss the smoke leading to hell?
Will I roll over in my grave
All rotten flesh and fresh red paint?

I ask what's wrong with running wild
And feeling free a little while
You say I'll grow into my paws
Place rubber tips on all my claws

Oh, skinny bones, we're getting old
My heart and head are full of mold
Belch out my feelings from their pit, then
Crawl forth and eat my vomit

When this is done, I'll lick my wounds
And, once you've won, I'll lick yours, too
Somehow I give in to you
Every single time

When this is done, I'll lick my wounds
And, once you've won, I'll lick yours, too
Why do I give in to you
Every single time?

When this is done, I'll lick my wounds
And, once you've won, I'll lick yours, too
Why do I give in to you
Every single time?