I've got a big chip on my shoulder
So big that the seagulls dive
It's a mark that I've inherited
That convicton's in my stride
Small town induced psychosis
Grows ripe, it's in its prime
Oh I know they want to 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, oh I need no one else
Oh I stood and waited solemnly with patience of a saint
But in my mind's a howling that 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 kin on every street
In the high school cafeteria being branded there as freaks
In the caustic scathing echoes, in ears of children of divorcees
In the haunting on-hold 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-ah, it's just me and the dog, needing no one else
Eh-ah, eh-ah, 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
