VERSE

SIX AM. TRAFFIC JAM. HURRY UP AND WAIT.
LATE FOR WORK. BOSS IS A JERK. HE’S GONNA DOCK YOUR PAY.
FLAT TIRE. YOU’RE FIRED. TROUBLE’S ALL YOU KNOW.
WHEN YOUR WORLD'S GONE TO THE DOGS, AND YOU’RE THE BONE

CHORUS

YOU CAN BE THE ONE DOIN’ THE BITIN’ OR GET CHEWED UP AND SPIT OUT
YOU CAN BE THE ONE DOIN’ THE FIGHTIN’ OR TAKE IT LYIN’ DOWN
PIT BULLS MAKE ALL THE RULES. THAT’S THE WAY IT GOES
WHEN YOUR WORLD'S GONE TO THE DOGS, AND YOU’RE THE BONEVERSE

VERSE

CAR TOWED, REPOED, STRANDED IN THE RAIN
GET DUMPED, BANKRUPT, JUST A ROUTINE DAY
RENT’S DUE. WHAT’S NEW? LIFE KEEPS THROWING STONES
WHEN YOUR WORLD'S GONE TO THE DOGS, AND YOU’RE THE BONE

CHORUS

YOU CAN BE THE ONE DOIN’ THE BITIN’ OR GET CHEWED UP AND SPIT OUT
YOU CAN BE THE ONE DOIN’ THE FIGHTIN’ OR TAKE IT LYIN’ DOWN
PIT BULLS MAKE ALL THE RULES. THAT’S THE WAY IT GOES
WHEN YOUR WORLD'S GONE TO THE DOGS, AND YOU’RE THE BONE

VERSE

BIRTHDAY CELEBRATE PARTY WITH YOUR FRIENDS
CHECK COMES THEY RUN SURPRISE YOU LOSE AGAIN
NO MONEY IT AIN’T FUNNY   LIFE IS ONE BIG JOKE
WHEN YOUR WORLD'S GONE TO THE DOGS, AND YOU’RE THE BONE

CHORUS   

YOU CAN BE THE ONE DOIN’ THE BITIN’ OR GET CHEWED UP AND SPIT OUT
YOU CAN BE THE ONE DOIN’ THE FIGHTIN’ OR TAKE IT LYIN’ DOWN
PIT BULLS MAKE ALL THE RULES. THAT’S THE WAY IT GOES
WHEN YOUR WORLD'S GONE TO THE DOGS, AND YOU’RE THE BONE

                                                                      WRITER…BOB DELLAPOSTA