A breed? No, a series of breeds
It’s not a single type or a single gloss
But they’re singled out at half the cost
Cast off and cast out and almost lost
Is the innocent cry of a life embossed
The innocent cry of a life embossed
A judgment based in human error
A snap decision made in crippling terror
A sentence passed down from shaking hands
Caving and twisting to frightened demands of the disillusioned masses
To slap the wrist of the lower classes of life
To slap the wrist, to slap the wrist
It will be no defense, despite the nurturing influence
The nature’s decided, the plan is divine
And if you should feel remorse anywhere inside you throughout the course
Of this abomination, you should feel grateful
Grateful to feel anything at all
Grateful to feel anything at all
Grateful to feel anything
Grateful to feel anything
You are the heartless
You are the soulless beast
You are trained to kill, but unwilling
You are trained to kill, but unwilling to bear witness
Grateful to feel anything at all
Maybe you should concentrate
On the vicious people and the alarming rate
Of murderers and drug dealers with whom you share
No regard for life before you set and ensnare the same victims
Outlining the qualities by combining varied breeds
Breed specific legislation falls flat on its only short snout
A death squad assembled, why put up a fight?
The round up resembles a crystal night
In relation to temperament, they pass with an overwhelming percent
The american pit bull, the american dream
The task is ours to keep our dogs and children safe
Disregard the media, or the province, or the state
With a different target every decade or so
You can wait until they break into your home
Repeat the lies you’ve bought and sold and say, you should look up the facts
When you should look up the facts your fuckin’ self
Or you could stand for a dog that’s not your own because your own damn dog is next
I’m proud of every pit bull, but ashamed of my own country
I oppose any legislature that should try and stop me
And if a pit bull is a weapon, you’ll have to pry them
And if a pit bull is a weapon, you’ll have to pry them
I won’t stop until they lift these, these ridiculous bans
And if a pit bull is a weapon, you’ll have to pry them
And if a pit bull is a weapon, you’ll have to pry them from my cold, dead hands
