Interpret:

Strapping Young Lad

Album:

Heavy As A Really Heavy Thing

I watch the way you move,
And I count by the way you press your eyes
And by the little things that put you down,
Ride the rails to where you are
Help me thank you all,
Let me fuck you all
And by the way you bitch and masturbate,
The bold ones carry on 
And on the way your prayer come up
And have fun - the way to carry on


I'm a dog, I know, I'm a dog


It's the only way, it's the corner stay
Push the freight along 
And grant them all their little


Goddamn shitty things
In the light it grows, slower than before,
"Ten-four, they've got to burn
The 9.3 will come to carry on..."


Gimme some of your good loving,
I need your good loving


Dog, I'm a dog, I know I'm a dog,
I'm a dog, I know I'm a dog...


Oh, elvis yer just standin' there 
And completely naked


And I's jest thinkin' to m'self
Goddamn-it boy! 
You've come a quite a little while for


Such a little country doggie...


And now he's touching himself in private
How may people do you know 
Who can make it through


Life without ever buying a goddamn vowel