Song Description
A deranged man selects from a parade of homeless pets which ones he will eat and build his house out of.
| Song Length |
2:06 |
Genre |
Unique - Waltz, Folk - Alternative |
| Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Cruel |
| Subject |
Pets |
Language |
English |
Lyrics
They love to be touched
And they don't expect much
But, they do want to be
Near you
In the cold winter air
So few could care
That they'll likely
End up in the ground
I'll pick out a few
And make a little stew
With the paws, and the claws
And the brains and the goo
Well, I'm smitten with kittens
And a doggies soft coat
But, soon they'll be
On their way down my throat
Chorus:
Spot the one, with it's opening sewn
Because we don't have a home for you
Meandering morsels of trinkets and torsos
Hop along, hop along, it's the Pet Parade
I live in a shed
Made of skin from the dead
Pooches and cooches,
And smooches from hooches
If you don't have a home
You'll become part of my own
But, that's just the way it goes....