DOG IS LIFE/JERUSALEM

<br>You don`t see rabbits being walked down the street<br>And you don`t see many cats on leads<br>Dogs pet dogs dogs rapacious wet dogs<br>Owner of dogs slow-witted dog owner<br>Owner of rabid dog saving fare for tunnel<br>Euro-dream of civil, civil liberation for dogs<br>Society secret society inevitable nightmare<br>Of drift dog pet dogs street bullshit<br>Dog shit baby bit ass-lick dog mirror<br>Dead tiger shot and checked out by dog<br>Big tea-chest-fucker dog<br>Black collar sends East German refugee back switch and crap pathetic<br>Of earth-like lousy dog role model for infidel doghouse continent<br>Most citadel dog-eye mirror hypnotic school slaver and learn<br>Rot from dog on grass and over nervous delicate dog<br>Detracts light from indiscrepant non-dog-lover<br>Dog pet dog come home to ya<br>Come home we`ll talk shit to ya<br>Dog the pet-owner-owner blistered hanging there death dog<br>Plato of the human example and copier dogmaster pet mourner<br>Dog is life<br><br><br><br>And did those feet in ancient times,<br>Walk upon mountains green?<br>And was the holy Lamb of God,<br>On England`s pleasant pastures seen?<br><br><br><br>And did the Countenance Divine,<br>Shine forth on clouded hills?<br>And was Jerusalem <br>AIn the dark Satanic Mills?*<br><br><br><br>Jerusalem<br><br><br><br>It was the fault of the government<br>I was walking down the street<br>When I tripped up on a discarded banana skin<br>And on my way down I caught the side of my head<br>On a protruding brick chip<br>It was the government`s fault<br>It was the fault of the government<br>I was very let down<br>From the budget I was expecting a one million quid handout<br>I was very disappointed<br>It was the government`s fault<br>It was the fault of the government<br><br>I beecame semi-autistic type person<br>And I didn`t have a pen<br>And I didn`t heve a condom<br>It was the fault of the government<br>I think I`ll emigrate to Sweden or Poland<br>And get looked after properly by government <br><br>Jerusalem<br><br><br><br>Bring Bow of burning gold:<br>Bring Arrows of desire:<br>Bring me Spear: O clouds unfold!<br><br><br><br>And though I rest from Mental Fight,<br>And though sword sleeps in hand<br>I will not rest til Jerusalem is built <br><br><br>In Englands green and pleasant Land.