Dognation

here they come with their guns march parade under the sun here they come helmets on stoic faces the stand has begun fear is growing with the hours intensified by the fever curfews dead town black out paranoia with an axe special tool busting in breaking rules just like dogs hooked on drugs blind searching for marginality it uses all kind of power a message is blowing through the speakers curfews strip search black out paranoia propaganda i put my hands in the white sand here used to be paradise island vacation goes in order terrorized villagers supervised foreigners covered up massacres so much of a nonsense better hide the evidence so much of a disgrace better leave without a trace all includes all