The Barking Song

Placed in a room full of well trained dogs,
Who bark for their meal, who bark for the ball,
Who bark for nothing really at all.

I saw the Bible written on the wall,
Grovel in shit, grovel in slime,
The surf kitchen really says it all.

I don't want to be like you,
Problem Sister's got nothing to do,
Except to feed the dogs,
Feed the dogs, feed the dogs,
Be with the dogs.

Be a cocktail zombie,
Be calm, be cool, and be poised.
So go pour yourself a drink,
And feed the dogs.
Placed in a room full of well trained dogs,
Who bark for their meal, who bark for the ball,
Who bark for nothing really at all.

I went to see Grandpa and its funny what he said,
He said, "Reality's only inside your head,
'Cause you've got to bark for your meal,
Bark for the ball, bark fir nothing really at all."

I saw the Bible written on the wall,
Grovel in shit, grovel in slime,
Feed the dogs, feed the dogs,
Be with the dogs.

Marian Halloway / Randy Magnus

(Marian gave me her journal, and I took out the best lines, and added Brent and Michael of the Surf Kitchen house the lines about groveling that they had written on the walls of Leonard's Artspace, and created a story around all of it.)

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