I am not a dog on a chain
I use my own brain
I can turn the conversation off
I'm too clever to be robbed
I am not a dog on a chain
Thanks all the same
I have patience and I have time
Both of which are mine
I hear a call, I hear a cry
I raise my voice, I have no choice
I raise my hand, I hammer twice
I see no point in being nice
I am not a dog on a chain
I use my own brain
I do not read newspapers
They are troublemakers
Listen out for what's not shown to you
And there you'll find the truth
For in a civilized and careful way
They'll sculpture all your views
So open up your nervous mouth
And feel the words come streaming out
In volume, pitch and rising cries
Opening your blinkered eyes
For otherwise, you'll never know
Who you are or all that you can do
If you want to, if you want to
If you want to
I am not a dog on a chain
You've got to be insane
One is company and two is a crowd
And crowds are loud
Oh, maybe I'll be skinned alive
By Canada Goose because of my views
Because of the truth, because of my fleece
Because of my niece, like drinking ink, the
Words explode
Fatter than fists, louder than blows
Fatter than fists, louder than blows
The dead are dead, ice cold and hard
To where they can't be overcharged
They have no breath, they have no eyes
At least they won't be going twice