DEAD MEN DON'T WALK DOGS
Big men, may look down
Sad men may wear, they may wear a frown
And men with no good breast strokes
Usually go and drown
Deaf men don't speak loud
Sane men don't get, they don't get so proud
And men with claustrophobia
Freak out inside a crowd
But dead men don't walk dogs
No time
Dead men can't walk at all
That's fine
Dead men, we don't make no sound
We lyin' dead there on the ground
Dead men
When you've left them
Alone
You say that you know me
But all you really know is
Cat ate the canary
I guess the shoe fits, bitch
Here you go, barking at me
Take turns with your friends
Got my photo up there on a wall
Taped to a box of Depends
Whoever sinks the dart in the middle most wins
But dead men don't walk dogs
No time
Dead men can't walk at all
That's fine
Dead men, we don't make no sound
We lyin' dead there on the ground
Dead men
When you've left them
Alone
-Guitar solo-
But dead men don't walk dogs
No time
Dead men can't walk at all
That's fine
Dead men, we don't make no sound
We lyin' dead there on the ground
Dead men
When you've left them
Alone
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