**** the dogs,
With iron rods
Hold them down and drown them
Chain them up,
Clicking guns,
Like the mafia is heartbroken

Burn the snakes,
A stone cold face,
As I watch the slithering pile
It will **** me when I wake
But the morning seems a while

**** the dogs,
For what they've done
And crying, show no mercy
When I see his pathetic bleeding eyes,
Then I'll know he heard me.