D.O.B. - Mutts

Dirty old streets and dirty young women

Dirty black skies over dirty politicians

Someone’s gotta clean up this mess

Ain’t gonna be me though

They got cameras in the sky

Collecting on the damage

Then they televise the suspect

The lowly savage

Like some preachers critiquing

Strip teases at peep shows

«All good boys and girls do as you’re told

Pay your taxes, obey your God.»

But what do we do when it’s our God or

Government who has done wrong?

Father got his books of the Bible

Puppies got them loveable eyes

An idol got a slew of disciples

A thief in disguise don’t need a crowbar to pry

And I’m a God-fearin' man

So I’m gon' run as fast as I can;

No crook in a suit’s gonna take from my hand

When my babies need food

And soon they’ll want crayons

«All loyal subjects, you need not fear —

If you stand fast, brother provides.»

But what do we do when our brother forgets

His blood is just as mine?

«What's hangin' outta your shirt?

What’s hangin' outta your skirt?

You make me want some… but don’t call if you ain’t gon' come

What’s hangin' outta your purse?

You gon' fit that in your hearse?

So lemme have some… but don’t call if you ain’t gon' come.»