I’ve got a big chip on my shoulder
So big that the seagulls dive
It’s a mark that I’ve inherited, like convictions in my stride
Small town induced psychosis
Grows ripe, it’s in its prime
Oh, I know they wanna maim me
Oh, they all have an axe to grind
I saw all the pictures doing the rounds
Saw a girl looking black and blue
I heard whispers of foul evil, and I knew that it was you
But I don’t need a nemesis
I’ve got my hands full with myself
So I lean on psilocybin
And my waning mental health
It’s just me and the dog
Oh, I need no one else
It’s just me and the dog
I need no one else
Oh, I stood and waited silently
With patience of a saint
But in my mind’s a’howlin’
It gags all time and space
I was screaming up at Jesus
But He never, ever came
I was hardly that dumbfounded
It’s His usual fucking state
But I know I’m not alone here
See my kind now in every street
In the high school cafeteria
Being branded there as freaks
In the class stick scathing aggros
And ease-in children of divorcees
In the heart and on/off jingles
And the poor soul on the street
It’s just me and the dog
Oh, I need no one else
It’s just me and the dog
Oh, I need no one else
Oh, It’s just me and the dog
I need no one else
It’s just me and the dog
Oh, I need no one else