man's best friend

death wants a master
to belong to a tribe
but i ain't a leader
or the sociable type

death needs attention
to know he's got worth
and harden his resolve
in the bleak face of birth


i'll throw death a bone
if't means he'll quit cryin'
so long's he can serve
in the hunt and in dyin'

who's pullin' whose leash
is it prey or a whim
will he follow me?
or am i chasin' him

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