Ceschi - All Dogs Go To Heaven lyrics
[Ceschi - All Dogs Go To Heaven lyrics]
We will shoot the family dog in the backyard
And then tell the kids we dropped it
Off down at the dairy farm
Screaming from the forest sounds like
Fifty babies being murdered
In Italian horror films about baby murders
Pretty all black fisher cats
Sing songs of rage
Cuz the world is dark and unfair
And you haven’t found a mate
Cry in sync with crows at six
I’m bored and forced to think
About the cycle of life and
All of that bullshit
When it’s quiet I’m forced
To think about myself
So I’m speaking through the
Silence to nobody else
Pretty black fisher cat convince me
That it will be alright, claw my face off
So I won’t have to wash it tonight
Yeah, claw my face off
So I won’t have to wear it tonight
I’ve become what I’ve hated most
Too many times to count
If I can’t trust myself
Then I won’t trust a soul
Animals biting chunks of each other's flesh
All reside inside my mind before
I settle down to rest
There's images of people of biting my neck
Dicing my chest and simmering my meat in
Fry pans for breakfast
With my dick and balls and guts ground
Up, and stuffed into a sausage wrapper
Grilled to a shade of Seattle
Grey, surrounded by their laughter
I… can’t trust myself
So I won’t trust a soul
If they eat me I will haunt them forever
Come back in virus form or parasitic worm
Intestines of all my enemies will bleed
And they'll regret the day they
Ever fucked with me
We were broke and fed the hamster to the dog
We were broke again and cut
The dog’s tail off
Made some dog tail soup with
Mustard packets from seven-eleven
Oh little Jimmy, all dogs to to heaven
No don’t cry Jimmy, all dogs go to heaven
And then tell the kids we dropped it
Off down at the dairy farm
Screaming from the forest sounds like
Fifty babies being murdered
In Italian horror films about baby murders
Pretty all black fisher cats
Sing songs of rage
Cuz the world is dark and unfair
And you haven’t found a mate
Cry in sync with crows at six
I’m bored and forced to think
About the cycle of life and
All of that bullshit
When it’s quiet I’m forced
To think about myself
So I’m speaking through the
Silence to nobody else
Pretty black fisher cat convince me
That it will be alright, claw my face off
So I won’t have to wash it tonight
Yeah, claw my face off
So I won’t have to wear it tonight
I’ve become what I’ve hated most
Too many times to count
If I can’t trust myself
Then I won’t trust a soul
Animals biting chunks of each other's flesh
All reside inside my mind before
I settle down to rest
There's images of people of biting my neck
Dicing my chest and simmering my meat in
Fry pans for breakfast
With my dick and balls and guts ground
Up, and stuffed into a sausage wrapper
Grilled to a shade of Seattle
Grey, surrounded by their laughter
I… can’t trust myself
So I won’t trust a soul
If they eat me I will haunt them forever
Come back in virus form or parasitic worm
Intestines of all my enemies will bleed
And they'll regret the day they
Ever fucked with me
We were broke and fed the hamster to the dog
We were broke again and cut
The dog’s tail off
Made some dog tail soup with
Mustard packets from seven-eleven
Oh little Jimmy, all dogs to to heaven
No don’t cry Jimmy, all dogs go to heaven