[Doseone and Why?] From the height of the highway on-ramp we saw Two dogs a-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 cages 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 owner of the blue tarp tent Pitched by a creek beneath an on-ramp In the privacy, of the last three Skin and bony trees, devoid of leaves And us undeceased, and with our new CDs Zipping on dead east, Oakland [Hook] 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 [Doseone and Why?] 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 fibergla** dust Straight up settles on your raw muscle tissue [Hook] [Doseone and Why?] 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 [Spoken Dialogue] The birds are in misery I don't think they, they sing They just screech in pain Taking a close look at, at what's around us there, there is some sort of a harmony It is the harmony of... overwhelming and collective murder