Trist the Compiler - Goddizziddog

Speed it up
Speed it up

Let it go
Let me go
In a bag
In a box
Take me home
Let me go
Get me out
Of this right here

Hell is a dog on a leash in a backyard
Foaming at the mouth and sweating off his balls
Take me to your house where your mother is a chore
And get me out of here

Take me to your home

God is a dog
God is a dog
God is a dog
God is a dog
God is a dog
God is a dog
God is a dog
God is a dog

When we
Come home
I will
Pray for
My mother and
Feel bad about killing her
When I come home
We can cry together
When we take pills
We cry forever

God is a Dog
God is a Dog
God is a Dog
God is a Dog
God is a Dog
God is a Dog
God is a Dog
God is a Dog
God is a Dog
God is a Dog
God is a Dog
God is a Dog
God is a Dog
God is a Dog
God is a Dog
God is a Dog
God is a Dog
God is a Dog
God is a Dog
God is a Dog
God is a Dog
God is a Dog
God is a Dog

And He died for you

Written by:
Tristan O'Shea

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