Pet Show
by Danse Macabre
"Don't feed the dog," they say to make us feel hollow
We beg and whine, self-dignity is zero
Cats and squirrels, to swim you have to paddle
Sleep today, chase cars tomorrow
We're all dogs now, in the pet show
Lots of pretty, pretty hands
They like to pet your head
But all the pretty, pretty hands
Will make you shake, and bang! You're dead
We're all dogs now, in the pet show
They pet you when you lay on the covers
When you're not, then they pet another
Dogs, they say, are great around children
We hump your leg, we'd really like to sniff you
Cats and squirrels, make good looking targets
I played today, doggy dreams tomorrow
Lots of pretty, pretty hands
They like to pet your head
But all the pretty, pretty hands
Will make you shake, and bang! You're dead
They pet you when you lay on the covers
When you're not, then they pet another
Lots of pretty, pretty hands
They like to pet your head
But all the pretty, pretty hands
Will make you shake, and bang! You're dead
(bang, bang! You're dead)
We're all dogs now, in the pet show