Outside Hire - Dog

Fuss
You fucking hate my guts
I am washer hum
You got me all worked up
With that shoe bump love

You got me chained up in your closet
I don't wanna whisper through the slots
I want to scream it from the rooftops
I don't wanna be your fucking dog

Hell
You fucking hate me still
Felt like a face on milk
You got me licking at swill
With that child-like will

You let me dry up on the doorstep
Out in the sun, just like a slug
I want to scream it from the rooftops
I don't wanna be your fucking dog

Written by:
Daniel Willard

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find