I Am Not a Dog on a Chain

I am not a dog on a chain, I use my own brain
I can turn the conversation off, I’m too clever to be robbed
I am not a dog on a chain, thanks all the same
I have patience and I have time, both of which are mine
I hear a call, I hear a cry
I raise my voice, I have no choice
I raise my hand, I hammer twice
I see no point in being nice
I am not a dog on a chain, I use my own brain
I do not read newspapers, they are troublemakers
Listen out for what’s not shown to you and there you find the truth
For in a civilized and careful way they’ll sculpture all your views
So open up your nervous mouth and feel the words come streaming out
In volume, pitch and rising cries, opening your blinkered eyes
For otherwise you’ll never know who you are or all that you can do
If you want to, if you want to, if you want to
I am not a dog on a chain, you’ve got to be insane
One is company and two is a crowd, and crowds are loud
Or maybe I’ll be skinned alive by Canada Goose because of my views
Because of the truth, because of my fleece, because of my niece
Like drinking ink, the words explode, fattening fists, louder than blows
The dead are dead, ice cold and hard to where they can’t be overcharged
They have no breath, they have no eyes, at least they won’t be going twice