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lirik lagu a life measured by pet deaths - satos

[intro]
i don’t claim my story to be anything special
i’ve seen hundreds come and go without mouthing a bad word
but all i’ve got is tooth, nail and tail
in this “world~eat~dog” kind of place
but if this all ends the same way
i’m going out howling

i’ve always learned to bite the hand that feeds me
just in case the hand bites back

[verse 1]
in a scr~pheap pile by the 44
lies a bundle of bones skin and t~~th
ribs shine through fur like the break of dawn
living off scr~ps call me scr~ppy or feral or tick~ridden ridicule
bearing my canines and hoping on miracles
throw me a bone or a home or a chance to be something
better than this doggone life

so we do what we can to get by
dust sets in fur like a second skin thick and fading
maybe just counting down time ’till we die
maybe just counting down days till it ends well
or at least finality
hoping out for a stroke of humanity
paint my name in the stars or the front of a car
cause that’s all that we are
just tumours and toothache
[chorus]
cause there’s no good ending for the strays and the strange
count the fur from the filth from the fleas from the mange
and theres no good ending for whelps of the pack
when the skin in your t~~th’s off the skin off your back

and oh
will i ever be free from this fate?
will my corpse cry the sound of my name?
will the fact that i even existed exist?

will i ever get out of this place?
or am i just some fur and a face?
to die as a smear on the sidewalk unseen?

i’ve always learned to bite the hand that feeds me
just in case the hand bites back

[verse 2]
and i’m lolling my tongue by the gutterside
watching the people and pretence pass by
out of the crowd comes a child no older than myself and
shakingly reaches a hand to caress me
with both fear and empathy
eyes meeting mine as he bears vulnerability
hand to my head as my haunches raise back and i
bite, and taste blood
and the kid runs away
and it’s not that i’m willing to die
it’s not that the world’s made me bitter it’s just
made me
but i can tell by the look in his eyes
that maybe he’ll learn what an animal looks like
by the scar on his hand
maybe he’ll learn to bite back

[chorus 2]
cause there’s no good endings for whelps and the weak
when our lives are worth less than the food that we eat
and there’s no good end to a cur on the curb
just some fur and some fleas in this great universe

and oh
what’s the point to a point of our lives?
ain’t it enough to just try and survive?
don’t we just live our lives and then die?
why waste our time asking why?

but i want to be more than a mouth
someone show me a way to get out
to be more than personified parasites and filth

i’ve always learned to bite the hand that feeds me
[bridge]
sink your t~~th in and say that there’s no
morality in animality
the blessed curse of neutrality
i may bite and scratch for a chance to live
but there’s no nurture when nature is all there is
so reviled or revered
still our time’s drawing near

and no dog goes to heaven
and no dog goes to h~ll
we’re just beasts with no belief beyond the fact that we’re alive

[chorus 3]
oh
there’s no good ending for the strays and the strange
count the fur from the filth from the fleas from the mange
and theres no good ending for whelps of the pack
when the skin in your t~~th’s off the skin off your back

and oh
please don’t forget me

[verse 4]

so this is where this story ends
there’s no other tale to tell
the roadside defined with streetlights dim and dying
a pair of headlights in the night

i’ll stagger out into the moonlight
from sickness or famine or sh~llshock from this life
i’m finally meeting my maker, the b~st~rd
a pair of headlights in the night
and i’m seen for the very first time
blazing lights seem to cheer my goodbye with the blare of a h~rn as i die

[outro]

and i know
i’m whole
and it’s so cold
but for the first time i am something
and i know it’s not a good ending
but i wasn’t a good creature
i was just a soul in pelt
but i’m remembered in my glory

[chorus 4]

cause there’s no goodbye to a corpse on the road
but the whites in their eyes mean more than words could have told
and when i am nothing it means everything
i’ll live on in the song in the howl of the wind

and oh
if n0body remembers my name
i think that that might be okay
cause that driver will see my remains
everytime that he passes this place
and if i truly impacted this world
not for good, not for bad, but to mould
this earth into something more animal
maybe that’s enough

i’ve always learned to bite the hand that feeds me
just because it’s what i’ve always done

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