Your Dogs

I see it all, I get it, I promise you I do
Your mom walked out on you when you were only two
Youve grown up believing that this country hates the poor
Youre a dad three times over and youre only twenty-four

The Christians on the radio, they act like youre scum
Self-righteous condescending bastards, each and every one
I dont read the Bible but I try to love you, man
Every flaw and violent act, I think I understand

But your dogs, your dogs, whats fun about those?
And that tat on your neck, and that ring through your nose?
The weed, the junk food, the violent pornography
Dont you think youd want to be
Just a little bit more like me?

I still have high hopes you could join our community
Theres more of us than you now, but wed welcome the diversity
Youre not white trash, like the other neighbors say
If you want to challenge stereotyping, join the PTA

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

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

But your dogs, your dogs, whats fun about those?
And that tat on your neck, and that ring through your nose?
The weed, the junk food, the violent pornography
Dont you think youd want to be
Just a little bit more like me?