Spoiled Dogs, Sleeping Belly Up

Young warlord take bones from the grave laying hate

I already died from the plague spit ten toes down on the snakes

Uh huh uh huh

Off with his head go stalk get in range and the warlords

Aim for the plate uh huh

Pray to the moons and the gods and the fakes

And I go touch tongues on the graves uh huh

Nine two five touch tongues feeling strange and its

Bad for your veins uh huh uh huh

Spike with the head I see these enemies crossing the bridge

And you guessing what's next

Shatter the bodies and bones and we send in the dogs

Cuz' the corso is eating his flesh

Silence these dogs I cant face all this fog

Let me rip off my jaw i cant read all my laws

Back from the dead bitch i run from the bog

Then i took off his head and he's feeding the hog

Young warlord take bones from the grave laying hate

I already died from the plague spit ten toes down on the snakes

Uh huh

Off with his head go stalk get in range and the warlords

Aim for the plate uh huh

Pray to the moons and the gods and the fakes

And I go touch tongues on the graves uh huh

Nine two five touch tongues feeling strange and its

Bad for your veins uh huh uh huh