Rackets & Drapes: "Disease Of Me" Lyrics

How much is the little doggy in the window

How much can the little doggy be

When I look at the doggy in the window

I see that the doggy is me, that the doggy is, that the doggy is me

Just like the doggy that returns to its own vomit

And the pig that plays in the mud

Look around and you'll see that the world is full

of sweets and goodies to eat

It's like a drug and it turns into a habit

And it rots out all of your teeth

That disease of, that disease of me

Just like the doggy that returns to its own vomit

And the pig that plays in the mud