The Riff Songtext
von Swine

We are the wet dogs
Left outside up in the mud
Tied up to that filthy wall
Judged and spat on by them all
But that day will soon be here
To rise up through with golden spears
Impale the rancid hierarchy
Status and fashion, the choirs spark, yeah


Raise an army of the different
Teaching each one that they shouldn′t
Change who you are to delight the rest
Segregation 'cos of how you′re dressed
We'll raise an army of the different
Teaching each one that they shouldn't
Change who you are to delight the rest
Segregation ′cos of how we′re dressed

Wet dogs, wet dogs, wet dogs, wet dogs
Wet dogs, wet dogs, wet dogs, wet dogs
Wet dogs, wet dogs, wet dogs, wet dogs
Wet dogs, wet dogs, wet dogs, wet...

We are the wet dogs today