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Clean Lyric
Paragraph Lyric
written by Warren Zevon and Carl Hiaasen
1995 Zevon Music BMI
Got a Glock in the bedside table
Machine gun leaning by the bedroom door
Kevlar vest in the closet
Well, I wear it when I go to the store
Shadows on the window
Rustling in the hedge
Faces at the peephole
Footsteps on the ledge
If you come calling
He'll be mauling with intent to maim
Don't knock on my door
If you don't know my Rottweiler's name
Halogen lights in the driveway
Guardian Angels living next door
One hundred pounds of unfriendly persuasion
Sleeping on the Florida porch
Slackers in the market
Bangers in the mall
Skinheads on the golf course
Hunting for their balls
If you come calling
He'll be mauling with intent to maim
Don't knock on my door
If you don't know my Rottweiler's name
Well, he's dreaming about an intruder or two
And the promise of burglar blood
He's yearning to chew on a gangster tattoo
And to hear the proverbial sickening thud
Shadows on the window
Rustling in the hedge
Faces at the peephole
Footsteps on the ledge
If you come calling
He'll be mauling with intent to maim
Don't knock on my door
If you don't know my Rottweiler's name
written by Warren Zevon and Carl Hiaasen  1995 Zevon Music BMI  Got a Glock in the bedside table  Machine gun leaning by the bedroom door  Kevlar vest in the closet  Well, I wear it when I go to the store  Shadows on the window  Rustling in the hedge  Faces at the peephole  Footsteps on the ledge  If you come calling  He'll be mauling with intent to maim  Don't knock on my door  If you don't know my Rottweiler's name  Halogen lights in the driveway  Guardian Angels living next door  One hundred pounds of unfriendly persuasion  Sleeping on the Florida porch  Slackers in the market  Bangers in the mall  Skinheads on the golf course  Hunting for their balls  If you come calling  He'll be mauling with intent to maim  Don't knock on my door  If you don't know my Rottweiler's name  Well, he's dreaming about an intruder or two  And the promise of burglar blood  He's yearning to chew on a gangster tattoo  And to hear the proverbial sickening thud  Shadows on the window  Rustling in the hedge  Faces at the peephole  Footsteps on the ledge  If you come calling  He'll be mauling with intent to maim  Don't knock on my door  If you don't know my Rottweiler's name