Social Disease

My bulldog is barking in the backyard Enough to raise a dead man from his grave And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing Disturbance going to crucify my days And the days they get longer and longer And the nighttime is a time of little use For I jus

You can read it in the papers In some places it comes in thirty-two flavors But you wouldnt tell no one Your favorite if you could from the white house to the alleys from the president down to long tall sally Cant live with it but Youll die without i