My dog always lay there
He never makes a sound
He�ll never move a foot or tail
Off his ground
Even when I try and play with him
He�ll simply walk away
All that damn dog does is
Eat
Sleep
And stay
But then my father comes home
In a drunken rage
And he starts to hit me
My dog will come to save
He�ll bark and threaten my father
With his razor teeth
My father will just walk away
Cursing me as he leaves
My dog will than lick my face
Than be with me as a great friend
He�ll lay there next to me at night
To help me get a nice rest
I love that mutt of dog
That dog that never moves
Even when my father killed him
His dead body still lays there
On his ground.