The Residents
The Residents
The Residents & Frank Black
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
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The Residents
The Residents &
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Dyin’ Dog
Dyin’ Dog
Dyin’ Dog
They called me to come to the graveyard
They said my baby was dead
They said somebody done stabbed her, and burned off all her hair
I stared at her dead body
There wasn't much for me to say
I loved her like a seasick sailor loves a windy day
She’s gone and God I miss her
Lying in the ground
I'll never find another bitch
To hump my hungry hound
She's gone
She’s gone
She's gone