Rabid from Casey by Dalton Deschain & the Traveling Show

“Right away, Bethany,”
He’d reply
A glimmer of hope hidden in his misshapen eyes
He’d fetch a paper from her locker
What an honor to be given commands

He asked her then behind the bleachers,
Not a sound
As a furrowed concern covers his sloping brow
And as he snarls over crooked teeth
And her giggles turn to shrieks,
“You’re a monster and a freak,
And your puppy love means nothing to me.”

Oh I heard you, Bethany

You told me to run away, run away
(get away)
But no one’s laughing at the Dogman now,
At the Dogman now, no
And you know I follow what you say, what you say
(whatever you say)
Well no one’s laughing at the Dogman now, at the dog
I ran away and joined the circus
Where we make sure nobody hurts us
Never again

“Right away Casey,”
They reply
All the hope draining from their terrified eyes
He’d squeeze them out a little harder
With his claws all digging into their necks

The ending’s never ever easy
Even now
As his trail of bodies turns him inside out
They’re playing tricks on his mind
And the Dogman starts to cry
And he’s howling at the sky
When they die they all have Bethany’s eyes

But in his broken mind

She tells him to

You never asked me to stay
But here I’d sit
Obedient, every day
You know they let me bark the orders now
It’s nothing personal, I just wanna
Make them proud

And you’re the one who said to run away, run away
(get away)
But no one’s laughing at the Dogman now,
At the Dogman now, no
And you know I follow what you say, what you say
(whatever you say)
Well no one’s laughing at the Dogman now, a rabid dog
Just ran away and joined the circus
The motherfuckers all deserve this
I ran away and joined the circus

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