"Your Dogs" lyrics

I see it, I get it, I promise you I do
Your mom walked out on you when you were only two
You've grown up believing that this country hates the poor
You're a dad three times and you're only twenty-four

The Christians on the radio, they act like you're scum
Self-righteous condescending bastards, each and every one
I don't read the Bible but I try to love you, man
Every flaw and violent act, I think I understand

But your dogs, your dogs, what's fun about those?
The tat on your neck, and the ring through your nose?
The weed, the junk food, the violent pornography
Don't you think you wanna be
Just a little more like me?

Oh, whoa, oh

I still have hopes you could join our community
There's more of us than you, but we welcome the diversity
You're not white trash, like the other neighbors say
If you wanna challenge stereotyping, then join the PTA

At night, when your pit bulls are scaring our children
My wife, I'll be honest here, wants me to shoot them
And sometimes I let my fantasies run

Your dogs, your dogs, what's fun about those?
The tat on your neck, and the ring through your nose?
The weed, the junk food, the violent pornography
Don't you think you wanna be
Just a little more like me?

But that's only at night, when I'm not really thinking
And you're listening to Metallica in your backyard drinking
The rest of the time I think we get along fine
I never judge you, I'm a live-and-let-live guy

Your dogs, your dogs, what's fun about those?
The tat on your neck, and the ring through your nose?
The weed, the junk food, the violent pornography
Don't you think you wanna be
Just a little more like me?

Oh, whoa, oh

Mm bop bop bop, bop bop
Shoo wadda wadda

Mm bop bop bop, shoo wadda, shoo wadda wadda [9x]