7 Mary 3 - Favorite Dog

that's my other hand, open and empty
it wants one too I guess
that's my other jaw, swollen and shameless
it talks too much I know
and another singer is born, with every sip I take
wash away my words, just like my flesh and bone
and they're barking of me, yeah they're working on me
just like my favorite dog
geronimo, look out below
I love that ursty water like it was my favorite dog
geronimo, look out below
I love that rusty water like it was my favorite dog
that's my other head, open and bleeding
it thinks too much I guess
that's my other eye, swollen by fearless
it's seen too much I know
and another singer is killed with every sip I take
drain away my words, just like my flesh and bone
and they're working on me, yeah they're working on me
just like my favorite dog