Folkdog

So used to living in the kennel
So forget your scheduled food
Draining all of us blind
When you get the chance too
Stating you want your toy
But is it meaningful
Release the hounds out their cages
Let 'em run to school
Traditions passed, they know they know
The breeds run out, the folk runs slow
Catching up is the terrier dog
Fawn and brittle but he knows what he wants
Enter through where you came
As if a wagging tail has left
Breathe in the toxic flames
Holding on to your little theft
Your mane is growing too bold
And your canines loathing again
Save us all, save us all
The folk is out his den
Traditions passed, they know they know
The breeds run out, the folk runs slow
Catching up is the terrier dog
Fawn and brittle but he knows what he wants
Traditions passed, they know they know
The breeds run out, the folk runs slow
Catching up is the terrier dog
Fawn and brittle but he knows what he wants