PUPPIES COOKED IN BRINE
Words and music by Debbie Ridpath Ohi

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During every filk, there comes a time
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when lyrics lean away from the pretty and sublime
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No more songs of thwarted love or unicorns or kings
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My music never fit the bill, so I didn't sing.

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I sat and kept so quiet, waiting for the mood
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to swing away from beer and sex and rotten food.
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Why can't I write of gory scenes and psychotic dreads,
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amputated limbs and elves with arrows in their heads?

(Sung in unison)
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Death, death, lots of blood and gore
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Bits of cut-up babies scattered 'cross the floor
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Decapitated unicorns, and petrified ear wax
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Senseless, awful, unprovoked, uncensored, violent acts.
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Ooooohhh....

(Sweetly)
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Sorry, I can't do it - the style just isn't mine.
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I'd rather sing of rainbows than of puppies cooked in brine.
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Think I'll stick to ballads and consider myself blessed,
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and leave the other songs to those who sing them best!