Corners of your mouth trembling down
Now corners on a box
Legs thin in the spring, just like a fawn
And no one gave two fucks
But wun, wun, wun
Wun, wun, wun
Dark dogs have to bite and eat and growl
Loyal but not friends
Unsteady on [C7]your feet, they caught your smell
And fed until the end
And wun, wun, wun
Wun, wun, wun
Bleached and [Bm]plucked and [Bm]placed under the stars
A hundred million [C7]eyes
You do it for [Dm7]a heart that's growing small
They do it for [Dm7]the lights
And the wun, wun, wun
Wun