Dog Poo Apocalypse

Intro

Raaah! (uh!) Raaah! (yeah)

Stomp the pavement, spit the curse — here we go!

Verse

Step into the gutter, where the sidewalks bleed brown,

Piled high like monuments to every lazy town.

Bootprints of strangers, the dogs left their crowns,

I kick through the kingdom and it smells like a frown.

All this stuff — litter, toys, wrappers of lies,

Sticky tape of mornings, candy coffin skies.

Neighbors pass by with their careful disguise,

I see the rot, I see the heap, I spit and I rise.

Pre-chorus

So scoop the silence, scrape the shame, (scrape it!)

Flip the board, light the match, call the name, (call it!)

Mud on my soles, fury in rust, (uh-huh)

This is the altar of neglect, rise from the dust!

Chorus

Dog poo apocalypse, trampling the curb, (yeah)

All this stuff, all this stuff, let the anger swerve.

Dog poo apocalypse, stench like a sermon, (oh-oh)

All this stuff, all this stuff — burn it, burn it, burn it.

Dog poo apocalypse, trampling the curb, (yeah)

All this stuff, all this stuff, let the anger swerve.

Dog poo apocalypse, stench like a sermon, (ha!)

All this stuff, all this stuff — burn it, burn it, burn it.

Verse

Trash cans gurgle secrets, soda fizz and bones,

Old shoes that remember a thousand forgotten homes.

The park is a battlefield of tossed-out thrones,

Where mutts held their counsel and kings left their stones.

Spat gum like flags, a million tiny crimes,

Garden gnomes wear helmets for these dirty times.

Mailboxes leaking rust, fences dripping grime,

We march on the avenue, swear to clear this slime.

Pre-chorus

Shovel the night, scrape the gloom, (scrape it!)

Rattle the chain, flip the room, (flip it!)

Muck in my teeth, laugh in my hands, (ha!)

Raise up the banner — reclaim these lands!

Chorus

Dog poo apocalypse, trampling the curb, (yeah)

All this stuff, all this stuff, let the anger swerve.

Dog poo apocalypse, stench like a sermon, (oh-oh)

All this stuff, all this stuff — burn it, burn it, burn it.

Dog poo apocalypse, trampling the curb, (yeah)

All this stuff, all this stuff, let the anger swerve.

Dog poo apocalypse, stench like a sermon, (ha!)

All this stuff, all this stuff — burn it, burn it, burn it.

Bridge

Guitar scream — (wahhh!) — shovel strikes the vein,

March of the cleaners, thunder in our gait.

Squeal the tires of patience, stomp out the stain,

We are the riot in the alley, we are the clean-up freight.

(Go! Go! Go!)

Chorus

Dog poo apocalypse, trampling the curb, (yeah)

All this stuff, all this stuff, let the anger swerve.

Dog poo apocalypse, stench like a sermon, (oh-oh)

All this stuff, all this stuff — burn it, burn it, burn it.

Dog poo apocalypse, trampling the curb, (yeah)

All this stuff, all this stuff, let the anger swerve.

Dog poo apocalypse, stench like a sermon, (ha!)

All this stuff, all this stuff — burn it, burn it, burn it.