Paws of the Doomed

(hahaha) Something's wrong in Adventure Bay.

When you call for help they don't bring relief They patrol the

dark and they sow belief In a twisted game on these quiet

streets With a German Shepherd showing iron teeth

Fire truck is burning but the flames are cold

Every little secret in the bay is sold (shhh)

No job is too big,

no pup is too small But nobody's left when you make that

call (no one!) They watch from the lookout,

they hunt in the pack Once they find your scent,

there is no turning back

In the recycling yard where the shadows grow There's a green pup

cleaning up the things you know

Water pup will drown out your desperate cries While the cockapoo circles

in the stormy skies No rescue coming from the lookout tower Just

a hungry pack in the midnight hour (run)

No job is too big,

no pup is too small But nobody's left when you make that

call (no one!) They watch from the lookout,

they hunt in the pack Once they find your scent,

there is no turning back

There are no good boys left.

Only the pack. (hahaha)