One thing for certain little girl, I'm running out of rope Down to the dogs Down to the dogs Woke up in the morning little girl going Down to the dogs
, I represent the Shaolin my nigga Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow It be goin' down, diggy diggy down diggy down down While the planets and the stars and the moons
down for me But Rattler wouldn't fetch for me because he liked that coon I saw them walking paw in paw later by the light of the moon Grandpa had a
cry? And I went on down the road He went on down the road And I went on down the road He went on down the road Well, the moon it looked exhausted Like
, I represent the Shaolin my nigga Hell yes, 'Apocalypse Now', the gun blow It be goin' down, diggy diggy down diggy down down While the planets and the stars and the moons
of blasphemous Bill MacKie Whenever wherever or whatsoever the manner of death he die Whether he die in the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon
fuckin sweathogs Endin up strapped to hospital gurneys With a stage show resemblin some "weekend at bernie's" Straight from "the dead zone" with ten poems Of dead
sound, no one around Half the sun's gone underground All the dead still hold their heads But their old weeping won't resound As we drag our western talks Down
am. I thought it was the news rushing down the wires, happy in death and fashion, spinning yo-yos and clacking its jaw, raising its eyes, mimicking dogs at play. The sun shuts down
remembered as Some young muthafucka soldiers And if you believe in that shit that you heard Y'all don?t know us, y'all don?t know us Now I been trapped down
so beautiful We are all here, my friends All dead and spaced but all so beautiful We burn that mountain down And always pump for peace when possible We bite ourselves and bite our dogs
yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow It be goin' down, diggy diggy down diggy down down While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse When I raise
's seeking recompense Enslaving to the whims of this mistress Ohh As the dance ensued Elizabeth's mood Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon In slick
of such lusts Spatter virginal breasts with their blood The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve (Thirst-ridden) Wolves serenade a moon Who seems
of such lusts Spatter virginal breasts with their blood The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelwe (thirst-ridden) wolves serenade a moon Who seems
40 miles of bad road A riverbed of potholes I know, I know, I know where The money goes Down a shaft of ratholes Lowered by my ankles Where dear dogs
of blasphemous Bill MacKie, Whenever, wherever or whatsoever the manner of death he die Whether he die in the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon
