His teeth cut, he's got tattoos yeah
But in the dark, he's a hungry shark
Never learned the things I should
Foaming with misery
That dog, he's in the fog
Rabid to the core, bloody blue
To live in the street
I call him Billy Blad
Tell you somethin', man, ain't got no plot yeah
Mama was a shotgun
Don't call the doctor
I might do something wrong
She was a winner, but never won
I need some rock 'n' roll
Now that I live urban
We'll never own a lot
Bad to bones, lookin' for you
Don't call the priest
Had to learn to stay alive
Raised by canine
He's covered with leather skin
I have a lot more fun heh
Back home in the woods
That dog, that dog, watch his eyes turn white, get funky