Good dogs run
Barking all the way
People hear
They come out to see
On the hapless dogs
When bluesy runs
The bad menu
It serves it raw
Batons and nets
Good dogs run
Breathing hard
On the roads spread
For the bluesy doesn't catch
The road bullies
And Mat Rempits ride
Good dogs run
The lines are drawn
There is freedom
The bluesy puts into fear
We pay good money
Taxes for them
Yet we are treated
Good dogs run
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