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Daug with my buddy Alto (the Komondor) on vocals.
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Lyrics
Woof, woof woof. Alright, I'll tell 'um bout that too.
They got the 2 and 2 pummeled black and blue
They got the one and one clearly on the run
Like the disappearing ink on the illustrated man
Outcome based hot air stealing everything they can
They got the virtual fire, they got the virtual heat
They got a virtual recollection of free folks voting with their feet
They got Nowhere left to go, they got no fuel left to run
No one left to sell out and you can see they've had their fun
They got nothing new to hear so they turn that Utube up
Now that you have stumbled by brother let me fill your cup
Woof, woof, woof
(Heidegaar, Gide, Daug and Alto rap)
Born to owe! Children will not grow!
The 1 in 3 the concept you can't see
Little Fergie's bloggin, she knows how it all will end
So close to the heavy that all the lights just bend
Virtual facts, virtual lies, virtual loads of refuse blotting out the sky
Begging the mirror-"How am I to feel?"
Hey Little Fergie, entertain yourself some real
You gotta Be what you Be
The door is open if you wanna go
You must make the steps yourself
Any dog will tell you so.
Woof, woof woof.
They got the 2 and 2 pummeled black and blue
They got the one and one clearly on the run
Like the disappearing ink on the illustrated man
Outcome based hot air stealing everything they can
They got the virtual fire, they got the virtual heat
They got a virtual recollection of free folks voting with their feet
They got Nowhere left to go, they got no fuel left to run
No one left to sell out and you can see they've had their fun
They got nothing new to hear so they turn that Utube up
Now that you have stumbled by brother let me fill your cup
Woof, woof, woof
(Heidegaar, Gide, Daug and Alto rap)
Born to owe! Children will not grow!
The 1 in 3 the concept you can't see
Little Fergie's bloggin, she knows how it all will end
So close to the heavy that all the lights just bend
Virtual facts, virtual lies, virtual loads of refuse blotting out the sky
Begging the mirror-"How am I to feel?"
Hey Little Fergie, entertain yourself some real
You gotta Be what you Be
The door is open if you wanna go
You must make the steps yourself
Any dog will tell you so.
Woof, woof woof.










































egobandit
Love the crazy synths in this right after the woof!! It comes full circle Excellent!