Don't Shoot My Dog Lyrics - Terrorvision

Listening to the story of an angry old man 

He had the whole world in his pocket but 

He had a hole there in his hand 

Never had much trouble fitting into his surroundings 

Dived headlong into life 

And ended up by drowning 

Died by drowning 

His blood is pure venom and his teeth are solid gold 

His clothes are made from human skin 

He's a thousand years old 

He lives down by the poisoned stream 

Where only alligators swim 

Sits there drinking moonshine 

Playing a mean violin a mean violin 

A really wicked violin 

You've got four lines on your forehead 

And that tells me that you're worried 

Don't shoot my dog 

Don't shoot my dog 

I said please don't shoot my dog 

His wife is laying face down in the pool upon the porch 

He spied me through his blindness 

As I spied her with my torch 

His skin goes tight around his face 

As he smiles his blinding smile 

Points over to a dozen wives laying in a pile 

Laying in a pile pile high