Dog Is Life Jerusalem Lyrics

Dog Is Life Jerusalem lyrics

You don't see rabbits being walked down the street

And you don't see many cats on leads

Dogs pet dogs dogs rapacious wet dogs

Owner of dogs slow-witted dog owner

Owner of rabid dog saving fare for tunnel

Euro-dream of civil, civil liberation for dogs

Society secret society inevitable nightmare

Of drift dog pet dogs street bullshit

Dog shit baby bit ass-lick dog mirror

Dead tiger shot and checked out by dog

Big tea-chest-fucker dog

Black collar sends East German refugee back switch and crap pathetic

Of earth-like lousy dog role model for infidel doghouse continent

Most citadel dog-eye mirror hypnotic school slaver and learn

Rot from dog on grass and over nervous delicate dog

Detracts light from indiscrepant non-dog-lover

Dog pet dog come home to ya

Come home we'll talk shit to ya

Dog the pet-owner-owner blistered hanging there death dog

Plato of the human example and copier dogmaster pet mourner

Dog is life







And did those feet in ancient times,

Walk upon mountains green?

And was the holy Lamb of God,

On England's pleasant pastures seen?







And did the Countenance Divine,

Shine forth on clouded hills?

And was Jerusalem 

AIn the dark Satanic Mills?*







Jerusalem







It was the fault of the government

I was walking down the street

When I tripped up on a discarded banana skin

And on my way down I caught the side of my head

On a protruding brick chip

It was the government's fault

It was the fault of the government

I was very let down

From the budget I was expecting a one million quid handout

I was very disappointed

It was the government's fault

It was the fault of the government



I beecame semi-autistic type person

And I didn't have a pen

And I didn't heve a condom

It was the fault of the government

I think I'll emigrate to Sweden or Poland

And get looked after properly by government 



Jerusalem







Bring Bow of burning gold:

Bring Arrows of desire:

Bring me Spear: O clouds unfold!







And though I rest from Mental Fight,

And though sword sleeps in hand

I will not rest til Jerusalem is built 





In Englands green and pleasant Land.