Ben Folds - Your Dogs lyrics

I see it all, I get it, I promise you I do Your mom walked out on you when you were only two You’ve grown up believing that this country hates the poor You’re a dad three times over and you’re only twenty-four The Christians on the radio, they act like you’re scum Self-righteous condescending ba*tards, each and every one I don’t read the Bible but I try to love you, man Every flaw and violent act, I think I understand But your dogs, your dogs, what’s fun about those? And that tat on your neck, and that ring through your nose? The weed, the junk food, the violent p**nography Don’t you think you’d want to be Just a little bit more like me? I still have high hopes you could join our community There’s more of us than you now, but we’d welcome the diversity You’re not white trash, like the other neighbors say If you want to challenge stereotyping, join the PTA At night, when your pit bulls are scaring our children My wife, I’ll be honest here, wants me to shoot them And sometimes I let my fantasies run But that’s only at night, when I’m not really thinking And you’re listening to Metallica in your backyard and drinking The rest of the time I think we get along fine I never judge you, I’m a live-and-let-live guy But your dogs, your dogs, what’s fun about those? And that tat on your neck, and that ring through your nose? The weed, the junk food, the violent p**nography Don’t you think you’d want to be Just a little bit more like me?