Lift your paw your master says sit
Rollin over you have to shit
You grab your leash and wag your tail
And out the door you sniff the street your
Walkin in the Middle Of It
Sniffin’ a land mine
Every night the jokes cut deeper
Shake your fist at the world to close to death to sleep
You just ate and now you can’t lift a leg but your
Walkin in the Middle Of It
Carryin a time bomb
If you open up the world like a can you see the angels shop while the alpha males try to understand
How the other nine tenths live
Ronald Reagan had a vision and I’m
Walkin in the Middle Of It
Carryin a land mine
The closer I get to death
the scareder I get that I might be God and set fire to the neighborhood
Me and the Kennewick Man
Walkin in the Middle Of It
Carryin a time bomb
Slippin to the devil what God wouldn’t give me
Brings to mind the time my mom who died was sure
That I didn’t have it in me
Now my blanket is in tatters and I’m
Walkin in the Middle Of It
Carryin a land mine
Walkin in the Middle Of It
Carryin a time bomb
credits
from Inside the Mad Linguist,
released September 27, 2012
words and music by J. Best, music by Angel Fernandez
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