The attack dogs
They are released to go
Catch the target meat
Let it be known
The fear in the air
Once we cowed in
We will feel the blues
It isn't good
But life is such
Sometimes we lose
Sometimes we win
Sometimes we stand nowhere
Then we realize
The attack dogs
They don't care
Once the target is zoned in
Once we surrender
We will lose our rights
We will have nothing
We will cry like babies
The attack dogs
They enjoy the fear
The intimidation and howling
We can't let them go free
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