Once I turned the TV on
I saw the green grass on the lawn
I don't know why it struck me as odd
that life seemed perfect as a catalogue
I guess I'm just a jealous dog...
I walked into a house of prayer
I didn't feel so welcome there
I was looking for the hand of God
And when it struck me hard
I was hit by a fraud
Oh the mean mean mouth of a jealous dog...
I had a friend with some handsome traits
When he's done with his dinner he'd lick his plate
It's a way of living that I applaud
Like the message in this monologue
To never be a jealous dog...
Never be a jealous dog...
[k.d. lang]
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