Four steel stitches in my face

Old Mack was a piece of shit dog

Not all hounds go to heaven

But i don’t know where the bad ones go

But I'm all smiles that the teeth didn’t go thru my throat

I've got it tied tight around my face

Blanket soul keeps the sap in my head

Not all dogs will bite again

But they don’t want to take the chance

They wanna put that old mutt down

And I haven't slept well in days

Happy birthday to my best friend Bryce

Let's put a make up on my scars today

And go see Manson at Star lake

And hope we wake up the same