Dogs full of sea-dreams, of those expectations
Which lie beyond expectations, of the
Sun beating down and, in doing so, burning through color

Dead-men city, cut-plank grit
The pirate ships are in
Lying off of brighton
Sheets as full as well-sucked tits
The pirate girls'll sail 'em

Pirate poll
Used to be a moll
In the collage she happened to be in.
From there exiled for preferring hell:

Those oxford monks,
Fingers up her cunt,
Instructed her she lived in
Original sin,
And she replied,
You all have died
Though you're still alive
Soon the pirate ships will be in

Off we go, dogs with genitals
Fierce and pierced, to all
We've yet to dream of

AND ALL YOU KNOW CAN GO TO HELL
YOU'VE FUCKED UP A WORLD
NOW SMELL YOUR OWN SMELL!
ORIGINAL SIN


Lyrics submitted by TheIntimindator27

Song Of The Dogs song meanings
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