All Dogs Go To Heaven

	  		
Intro: 
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Verse 
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We will shoot the family dog in the backyard, And then tell the kids we dropped it off down at the dairy farm. 
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Screaming from the forest sounds like fifty babies being murdered. In Italian horror films about baby murders. 
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Pretty all black fisher cats sing songs of rage, Cuz the world is dark and unfair and you haven't found a mate 
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Cry in sync with crows at six, I'm bored and forced to think, about the cycle of life and all of that bullshit 
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When it's quiet I'm forced to think about myself. So I'm speaking through the silence to nobody else. 
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Pretty black fisher cat convince me that it will be alright, 
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Claw my face off, so I won't have to wash it tonight 
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Yeah, claw my face off, so I won't have to wear it tonight 

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  I've become what I've hated most, too many times to count 
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  If I can't trust myself, then I won't trust a soul. 


Verse 
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Animals biting chunks of each other's flesh, All reside inside my mind before I settle down to rest, 
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There's images of people biting my neck, slicing my chest. And simmering my meat in fry-pans for breakfast. 
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With my dick and balls and guts ground up, and stuffed into a sausage wrapper, 
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Grilled to a shade of Seattle grey, surrounded by their laughter, 
Am 
I… can't trust myself, so I won't trust a soul. 

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If they eat me I will haunt them forever, Come back in virus form or parasitic worm. 
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Intestines of all of my enemies will bleed, And they'll regret the day they ever fucked with me. 

Outro 
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We were broke and fed the hamster to the dog, We were broke again and cut the dog's tail off. 
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Made some dog-tail soup with mustard packets from seven-eleven, Oh little Jimmy, all dogs to to heaven. 
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No don't cry Jimmy, all dogs go to heaven.