From the height of the highway onramp
We saw: two dogs, :dead in a field
Glowing on the Oakland Coliseum
Green seats wasteland
Dogs, :dogs we thought were dead
They rose up, :rose up when whistled at
Their rib cage inflating
Like men on the beach being photographed
A guard dog,: guard dog for what, :for what
Against :overzealous: penniless :athletic :fanatics
Getting :into :games :through a :hole :in the :fence
For the owners of the blue tarp tent
Pitched by a creek, beneath an onramp
In the privacy of the last three
Skin and bony tree, devoid of leaves
And us undeceased what with our new cd's
Dippin' on goodies, Oakland
(Chorus):
It's hard to stand the sight of
Two dogs dead under a sky so blue
You have to stop the blood to your head
To fit the breath in front of you
We secretly long to be some part of a car crash
Long to see your arms stripped to the tendons
The nudity of swelling exposed vein
Webbing the back of your hand
To be a red-tendoned dog
To be red-tendoned dogs
Blood breathing by the side of the highway
I long to be dead
Center of a curious crowd
To be touched
Sticky, like nearly dried paint
Their soft silent stare nursing your face
Anticipating the slightest pinch I flinch of pain
Everyone blank in accident awe
As the car crash fiberglass dust
Straight up settles on your raw muscle tissue
(Chorus)
To be a red-tendoned dog
To be red-tendoned dogs
To be red-tendoned dogs
To be red-tendoned dogs
To be dead center of a curious crowd
Against my misery
I don't think I've seen my screeching pain
I can now feel what's around us
It is some sort of harmony
The harmony of overwhelming murder
We saw: two dogs, :dead in a field
Glowing on the Oakland Coliseum
Green seats wasteland
Dogs, :dogs we thought were dead
They rose up, :rose up when whistled at
Their rib cage inflating
Like men on the beach being photographed
A guard dog,: guard dog for what, :for what
Against :overzealous: penniless :athletic :fanatics
Getting :into :games :through a :hole :in the :fence
For the owners of the blue tarp tent
Pitched by a creek, beneath an onramp
In the privacy of the last three
Skin and bony tree, devoid of leaves
And us undeceased what with our new cd's
Dippin' on goodies, Oakland
(Chorus):
It's hard to stand the sight of
Two dogs dead under a sky so blue
You have to stop the blood to your head
To fit the breath in front of you
We secretly long to be some part of a car crash
Long to see your arms stripped to the tendons
The nudity of swelling exposed vein
Webbing the back of your hand
To be a red-tendoned dog
To be red-tendoned dogs
Blood breathing by the side of the highway
I long to be dead
Center of a curious crowd
To be touched
Sticky, like nearly dried paint
Their soft silent stare nursing your face
Anticipating the slightest pinch I flinch of pain
Everyone blank in accident awe
As the car crash fiberglass dust
Straight up settles on your raw muscle tissue
(Chorus)
To be a red-tendoned dog
To be red-tendoned dogs
To be red-tendoned dogs
To be red-tendoned dogs
To be dead center of a curious crowd
Against my misery
I don't think I've seen my screeching pain
I can now feel what's around us
It is some sort of harmony
The harmony of overwhelming murder