Throtte Grind

Lyrics

Im upset for certain Roam the rabitat With bloodthirst as a subtle theme i follow As the throttle grinds the birch and oak The history they hold is ugly as your gramma On her depth bed But left alone For the extent of a fun filled family cruise You receive a C minus for failure to report The damage done Our only hope for sunshine In the valley Im so sure Now its brisk outside and ashes fall YOU STUPID DOG! YOU PUTRID ANIMAL! YOU STUPID DOG! YOU STUPID DOG!