Buzzard - Doom Folk - 11 Lowdown Dirty Hungry Dog

Lowdown Dirty Hungry Dog The dead have walked the earth for centuries. Corpses trip, falling to their knees. When a ship from outer space arrives To see what earthling life survives. The alien explorers search the land. Tentacles touch a rotting hand. Zombies try to chew the alien skin, But their teeth fall out, their skulls cave in. Aliens send in robot police. Zombies go extinct. The Earth finds peace. Out from the shadows creatures on four legs Crawl, wag their tails, grovel, sit, and beg… Please, be my God. I’m a lowdown dirty hungry dog. Oh please, be my God. I’m a lowdown dirty hungry dog. Hello, little thing, I’ll be your god and end your suffering. The aliens adopt the dogs as pets, Playing catch, smiling when they fetch, Scratching their ears, avoiding harm Until discovering cattle farms Where the human ranchers once consumed Chickens, pigs, and cows who fed and bled as food. Cooking sentient life and frying birds, Such ideas never had occurred To the thinkers from their lofty galaxy. Curious they start eating meat. Now they build kennels, sharpening their knives, To satisfy their newfound appetite for the canine. Please, be my God. I’m a lowdown dirty hungry dog. Oh please, be my God. I’m a lowdown dirty hungry dog. Hello, little thing, I’ll be your god and end your suffering. I am god. I am the end of suffering.