Taiwan Typhoon

Duration

2:48

Genres

Rock

Lyrics

That dog does not look friendly. That hound looks a mighty mean. He's an inbred mangey son of a bitch, I believe he is a killing machine. God damn. And if he finds his way back home we're all dead men. He broke off like Colonel Kurtz and laid waste to everything that he saw. Beer cans, scratch offs and baby pictures littering the floor of his car. They might send men looking for him maybe a shrink, a priest or John Law. Teach a dog to hunt in the woods and he's ripping up the babies at home. I hope you know. I am in no condition to operate this machine. Your best bet is to build a raft, tie me down, float my ass upstream. And if I find my way back home, you're all dead men. He broke off like Colonel Kurtz and laid waits to everything that he saw. 45's, 357's, AK's stashed under the floor. Might send men looking for him, maybe a shrink, a priest or John Law. Teach a dog to hunt in the woods and he's ripping up the babies at home. Ihope you know. Crying at the pawn shop. Hammered at church. Cursing at the bus stop. He's not going to make it. No, Go home, be cool reassimilate, act normal, go home. The plane goes down. you make it out alive. One flame left in the flare gun. One prayer left on the tongue. And you wish that you had someone, but nobody's gonna come. The prayer seems like a joke now. And the flare an abrupt punchline. Aim at the heavens for hope, or aim it at the temple and shoot.