Hate wide for dog breeder

In the town of purport

A never seen dog breeder

This is the tale of his replica.







Name was j. temperance

Only two did not hate him

Because peasants fear local indifference

Pet shop and the vet, cameron.







One night vet is called out

From his overpaid leisure

To temperance household, delivered ran out

And phoned his wife in terror.







The next bit is hard to relate.

(there are no read-outs for this part of the track.)

The new born thing hard to describe

Like a rat thats been trapped inside

A warehouse base, near a city tide

Brown sockets, purple eyes

And fed with rubbish from disposal barges brown and covered



No changeling,

As the birth was witnessed.

Only one person could do this:

"yes" said cameron

"and the thing was in the

Impression of j. temperance."







His hideous replica.

Scrutinise the little monster

Disappeared through the door

His hideous replica