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 f*cks
But wun, wun, wun
Wun, wun, wun
Dark dogs have to bite and eat and growl
Loyal but not friends
Unsteady on your feet, they caught your smell
And fed until the end
And wun, wun, wun
Wun, wun, wun
Bleached and plucked and placed under the stars
A hundred million eyes
You do it for a heart that's growing small
They do it for the lights
And the wun, wun, wun
Wun