Bark, No Bite
by Armored Saint
From the album: Punching the Sky
Track 9 of 11 on Punching the Sky (2020).
Duration: 4:18
Lyrics for Bark, No Bite
I tell ya His dirty pool ain't squeaky clean As he's hauling us around it from the scene Gotta erase all the manifestation He's a god of muddled mess His canon philosophy is fuck the rest When friends cry tears of joy He increases the mud on top So Call on your dogs Call on your dogs We need dialogue to handle it all Hooray to his thinking Hooray to his wisdom All bark, no bite When they wake up he's already done Living well and eating and no free lunch I keep us on tap tonight for the festivities Better to prefer ignorance But when bullets start to fly the boy can dance Infiltrating all is a real frivolous fantasy Reverie So Call on your dogs Call on your dogs We need dialogue to make sense of it all Hooray to his thinking Hooray to his wisdom All bark, no bite The bigger they are the harder we fall When class system is headed straight for a wall Planet's alive, something's gotta give Call down, squander it all So Call on your dogs Call on your dogs We need dialogue to counter the fall Hooray to his thinking Hooray to his wisdom All bark, no bite All bark, no bite All fucking bitches die No, no, no No, no, no No, no, no