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
[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 Explain Request ×
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