dogs playing snooker Video (MV)

They bite the gold just to see if it's soft,
A sight beholden to me,
The cream of the crop never crop the photos just to be in the shot,
Feet in the box only when we're taking corner kicks,
Or when I'd sleep in a cot,
Neaten my dickies, walk the streets like a fox,
I'll leave the shop if they cheapen the cost,
We need not earn a measly pot,
So i rise early, tip yeast in the bowl now,
Prose fleetingly bold, cus good stories don't need to be told,
You were the big bad wolf then you sheepishly sold out, so now
My wheels only fold out to land on earth,
Defeating the mould now the damp has dispersed,
Ample a verse always tick the box but don't make me ever feel my soul out.
Weeding the cold ground,
As sweet as the globe's round,
No teeth on my gold,
Bound to keeping my hometown close.