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 bastards
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 pornography
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 pornography
Don’t you think you’d want to be
Just a little bit more like me?