(I Like To Play With) Mutts

Lyrics

Dirty dogs stay up late Bitin' legs, buttin' heads, bleedin' on themselves The dirty dogs come out at night, I like to go and watch them fight Howlin' mouths, Foamin, rabid Actions led by growlin' guts Bred on whispers of contempt Fed dry kibble and rat poison Breathin' in, violent, thickened air It's hard to avert your gaze, but when the blood runs, I can't look away No, I can't look away No, I can't Only over when you hear a thud, crumpled bodies to the floor Ravaged, mangled, torn Ravaged, mangled, torn Tangled up Expressions of potent rage Left raw on his, on his bruised and swollen face Bloodshot eyes, broken nose Muscles tense, muscles seizin' Kickin', spinning', spittin' Rage written in the words pourin' from his gritted teeth Streams of rage turn to a seethin' sea His molten rage takes hold of me Thick, red rage seeps to my tender skin [Chorus] I like to play with mutts I like to play with mutts They keep it interesting They know how to have fun I like to play with mutts I like to play with mutts They keep it interesting [Verse 2] Rip up the face of their brother for no reason, but boredom with each other It keeps them busy, keeps them from seekin' more It keeps them in the sewer On the alley streets, it keeps them begging Hungry, tired, weak Keeps them down on their broken knees, with their brittle, boney ribs showin' It keeps them trim, keeps them lean Keeps their feeble minds from growin' Keeps them from knowin' where to put their energy Keeps them chasing, keeps them anxious Shakin', sweatin' bullets Keeps them high strung Eyes bulging Poppin' out their little skulls It keeps them overwhelmed, overworked Sedated, nodding off Frustrated [Outro] (I, I like to play with mutts) (They keep it interesting) (They know what I like to do) (I like to play with mutts) (I like to play with mutts) (They keep it interesting) (They know what I do for fun) (I like to play with mutts) (I like to play with mutts) (They keep it interesting) (They know what I do for fun)