Dog Is Life/jerusalem Lyrics - Fall

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.