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Dog's Breakfast by Dustin

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Dog's Breakfast by Dustin - Manic Australian Punk Rock / Garage Punk music cover art

Dog's Breakfast

Manic Australian Punk Rock / Garage Punk

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Description
Hey! Hey!
See the old world had rules, it had manners.
We prefer it this way, let's paperwork out here.
There's only one rule, if you could catch it, it's yours now.
Start runnin'!
Sunrise bleedin' on the rust, another perfect day.
Got a full tank of the good stuff, gon' blow it all away.
See a flicker on the horizon, a little plume of dust.
Just a lonely traveler in a world of broken trust.
He's runnin' on fumes and hope, a truly sad display.
We're runnin' on pure V8, in the thrill of the chase.
He's prayin' for a savior, for a sign to lead him home.
We're just prayin' that it's time they stripped down to the chrome.
Cause this is the wasteland, man, ain't no sun to see here.
We're the kings of the ruin, the pedal down fear.
We're the diesel dogs, baby, and we're howlin' at the sun.
The apocalypse wasn't the end, it's where the fun begun.
He's gettin' tired now, you can see it in his swerve.
Losin' all that high and mighty pre-collapse reserve.
His fancy water purifier ain't gonna save his hide.
When Apple Bar's gettin' friendly with his driver's side.
He's got a car full of medicine, of batteries and grain.
Got a car full of angry boys singin' in the acid rain.
He's thinkin' about his future, about the shelter that he'll build.
Should be thinkin' about the final blood, his body's tank is filled.
Cause this is the wasteland, man, ain't no sun to see here.
We're the kings of the ruin, the pedal down fear.
We're the diesel dogs, baby, and we're howlin' at the sun.
The apocalypse wasn't the end, it's where the fun begun.
When the main riff stops, the bass plays a swirlin' distorted phase.
Shifted groove while the drums drop to a half-time feel.
The vocals become a spoken word, hunched sermon.
They cry about what they lost, the internet, the lattes.
The little air-conditioned boxes they lived in.
We didn't lose nothin', we were always dogs.
They just kept us on a leash now.
Now the leash is broken, we are bloody starvin'.
The band slams back in at full chaotic speed.
The guitars just feed back in noise.
The drums are a furious mess of crashing cymbals.
The bass is a distorted rumble.
The vocals is just a series of manic whoopin' laughs.
And shouted phrases.
Yeah!
Come on!
Dogs!
Breakfast!
No food!
No water!
Dogs!
Breakfast!
No snacks!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
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