Running with my soft furry paws on the pavement of the street I am a beautiful dog, know how to make my day Sniffing with my muzzle in the trashcans of the town I've got a good nose, smell where the wind blows I'm a bad dog, I don't obey my master's orders I'm just doing what I want and what I like I'm a bad dog, the terror of kids, cats and chicken I'm just doing what I want Tearing apart expensive fur coats and seats of cars Master's insured against that, but that don't help me anymore I'm killing little pet dogs if they pass by my house Cost him thousands of bucks, but it's fun, so I don't give a fuck! I'm a bad dog, I don't obey my master's orders I'm just doing what I want and what I like I'm a bad dog, the terror of kids, cats and chicken I'm just doing what I want Master's afraid of me now, I'm getting too expensive He calls the dog catcher who will take me away I'm such a poor little dog, who's only doing doggy business But I won't let them do that with me, I'm gonna escape the sad, ugly fate cause I'm a bad dog, I don't obey my master's orders I'm just doing what I want and what I like I'm a bad dog, the terror of kids, cats and chicken I'm just doing what I want. I'm a bad dog, I don't obey my master's orders I'm just doing what I want

With 7 miles rolling down the highway in my big wheel chair of shiny chrome Boy I tell you, I'm gonna cook it my way, catching black flies with a broad white grin What I'm seeking are run over animals, a lizard here, a hedgehog there There's a fox, and look, over there's a rabbit, I pick them up and put them in my bag Alone at home my babe's already waiting for me and my bag full of delicious things Once in a while the neighbours they are wondering, what the hell's that smell, what the hell's that stink I turn on the gas and put the pan on the oven, fry little birds just as Italians do Add some pepper, some salt and some garlic, and ready is the fingerlicking stew Rolling home to my blind lame baby Well refreshed I'm starting on a new tour, the wheel chair greased and me looking cute Heading for a road up in nature since we don't like pets, we don't like their taste What do I see, the rests of a big deer, what we can't eat is put into the fridge I don't say no to that dried out night owl, 'cause birds of prey have a spicy taste Rolling home to my blind lame baby

They're sleeping in my bed, They're driving in my car They're whirling in my whirlpool, Don't step on my insects! They're nibbling on my toes, They're feeding on my bread They're nesting in my hair, Don't step on my insects! They're swimming in my pool, They're grazing on my lawn They're drinking all my milk, Don't step on my insects! They're looking through my glasses, They're watching my TV They're lying on my sofa, Don't step on my insects! Fucking in my coffee cup, giving birth in my house They're dying in my toilet, Don't step on my insects! They're riding on my bike, They're snuggling up in my pillows They're listening to my music, Don't step on my insects! Be pleased to meet these creatures Don't kill my insects! They've got a right to live here! Be pleased to meet these creatures Don't kill my insects! They've got a right to live like you! They're sleeping in my bed They're nibbling on my toes They're swimming in my pool Don't step on my insects! They're lying on my sofa They're watching my TV They're listening to my music

Walk with heavy feet through an empty dusty street Lined with run down shacks, and his pack on his back Through a little black town Looking left and right for a face that he'd might Know and remember, on that day in September in a little black town Tired faces with deadened eyes Watch him walking with a firm pace Through this little black town All that he'd forgotten is tying up his throat Leaning his head on an old tree standing In this little black town What are the reasons to come back once more He tried so hard to overcome Scrutinized thoughts he did not think for long Time doesn't always heal the wounds He begins to stroll through the sugar cane fields Leaves touching his dark skin and soaking the smells Of the little black town He's the only one who has taken the chance Usually no one has who's forgotten and buried In this little black town. What are the reasons to come back once more He tried so hard to over come Scrutinized thoughts he did not think for long Time doesn't always heal the wounds

What you offer me, offer me for dinner What you offer me, must be made for a winner! What you offer me, offer me for dinner What you offer me, must be made for a winner! Don't want that fast food crap you bought for me! Just give it to your mother, sister or brother I need good food like fresh meat and eggs Fish, fruit and vegetables, biodegradable What do you mean by serving me that frozen 1$ Pizza? It causes constipation, high blood pressure and ulceration What you offer me, offer me for breakfast What you offer me, don't you think that's reckless? Don't want that artificial foamy bread! Just give it to your father, sister or brother Vitamines, fibres and minerals A well balanced nutrition, rich and healthy dishes! What do you mean by serving me that noxious soluble drink? It causes obesity, parodontosis and cavities What do you mean by serving me that golden honey made from resin? It causes dermatitis, headache and laryngitis What do you mean by serving me that spongeous turkey bacon? I causes vermination, colon cancer and intoxication

Taking another drink in his favourite bar Smoking his cigarette, his favourite brand Paying too much for the packet, but he needs it You've got to burn, baby, burn, you've got to burn baby! Feeling bad the next morning, difficulties to breathe He has got a sore throat and a croaking voice Wondering what's wrong with his body he goes to his doc Die, smoker, die, you've got to die smoker! Anxiously he waits for the call, "We've got the result" No good news, things are bad, stunned by the blow He's confused, he's trembling by the shock You've got to burn, baby, burn, you've got to burn, baby! His poor wife tries not to cry, but she does Little children afraid, "What's wrong with our Dad?" All his friends are bewildered, "Will that happen to us too?" But you'll die, smoker, die, you've got to die, smoker! Waking up, telling himself "This is not fair" Coughing blood, he's sure that he has done no bad He's an addict, addict, increasing other's wealth He is dying, dying, he payed a lot to ruin his health In his hospital bed, pale and waxy face Laryngectomy done, no chance for the lung He's craving, he is longing, for a last fag You've got to burn, baby, burn, you've got to burn, baby! Grasping with his thin yellow hands This white thin little thing, moves it to his dry mouth Taking deep deep last breathes, promised freedom You've got to die, smoker, die, you've got to die, smoker! Waking up, telling himself "This is not fair" Coughing blood, he's sure that he has done no bad He's an addict, addict, increasing other's wealth He is dying, dying, he paid a lot to ruin his health