When the music stops it stops good
And they're all outside in the wood
I wrote a song where the dog was shot
Something I read with a moving plot
Not that I'd say that in this conversation
But it's in my head
And the dog is dead
And the dog is dead
Dog is dead
When I go upstairs I feel safe
Keep the arm's length party away
I wrote a song where I found an end
Something I read borrowed from a friend
Not that I'd say that in this conversation
But it's in my head
And this dog is dead
And this dog is dead
Dog is dead
I know someone makes me feel good
Littered affectations of his manhood
I wrote a song where the dog was shot
Something I read with a moving plot
Not that I'd say that in this conversation
But it's in my head
And the dog is dead
And the dog is dead
Dog is dead
We're talking about dogs and I don't mind
But there's a better way to spend your time
On a Sunday, with drinks in hand
And a man with money and a plan who knows that
One day he'll succeed his dad
Get a big family house on a big family plot of land
And I stand there and I'm drawing a blank on a reply
Replaying images of dogs who get shot
And die
I wrote a song where the dog was shot
Something I read with a moving plot
Not that I'd say that in this conversation
But it's in my head
And the dog is dead
And the dog is dead
Dog is dead
