[Verse 1]
I’ve become a cold case
Bruised and black
Laying on a table with my eyes rolled back
A husband for dear Doe, Jane
[Bridge]
I used to fit in your arms like a book in a shelf
Now I sit on the floor telling jokes to myself
[Verse 2]
I hope I don’t become a good boy, slow and strong
Minding my manners and tagging along
A pet for my dear Doe, Jane
I used to nip at the heels and bay at the moon
Now I sit and stay like the good dogs do
[Outro]
So let’s strap on our jaws and head back to the home land
Where we sit and stare like it’s our god chosen gift