[Lyric] Old Mack (String Machine)

Four steel stitches in my face
Old Mack was a piece of shit dog
Not all hounds go to heaven
But i don’t know where the bad ones go
But I'm all smiles that the teeth didn’t go thru my throat

I've got it tied tight around my face
Blanket soul keeps the sap in my head
Not all dogs will bite again
But they don’t want to take the chance
They wanna put that old mutt down

And I haven't slept well in days
Happy birthday to my best friend Bryce
Let's put a make up on my scars today
And go see Manson at Star lake
And hope we wake up the same