WPTDITB? draften eins

That's the question I'm going to press them, find the answer instead of second guessing them
What possessed them? Who expressed that they should take our canine and repress them
That's the lesson, have you heard it? It's written down but badly worded
Statements blurted are barely lucid, yet scant details are fairly lurid
Stand up, testify what you did, dumbstruck caught up acting stupid
A cargo plane will help you move it, take your will power and reduce it
Vampire corp is playing Cupid, tyrannosaurus corpses are putrid
They're dressed up now, suited and booted, prejudices unfairly rooted?
I don't care about the cover up. I just want a dog to show some love
To throw sticks with and take for walks, a dog that listens every time I talk
You take that away from me right now and I can't see how we can turn it round
There's the sound of tears hitting the ground like infirm ants on a burial mound
I see evidence piled up around, it's lack of witness leaves me dumbfounded
They've got the anchorman surrounded, the dogsbodies take the horn and sound it
The noise it makes, you'll never mask it, not even with a magician's casket
So there's the question, I'm going to ask it; tell me who put the dog in the basket?

Tell a dog stories just to shock it, with a plot that's too priapic
Well I don't care how big my cock is, as long as I've got a band to rock with
It's definitely time to stop it, leave your bad manners in your pocket
I see your advance and block it, disconnect the chair from socket
I can tell you don't want me to like it, you spoil the ending like a psychic
A Keyser Söze/Rosebud hybrid, take that pleasure and deny it
Just when we had got excited, you pour the petrol and ignite it
Fire and noises get dogs frightened, easy then to let the purse strings tighten
Shocking doctors deal in violence, advocated by a silence
No one here designates the drivers and so our protest is unlicensed
Disappearing all the writers, like the dogs they once were priceless
Dipping toes into the fight test, make sure your bruises are quietest
Hide a book under your floorboards, keep it from your sons and daughters
Turn your sofa into a fortress and fade away to rigour mortis
Anaesthetise with holy waters, share your wafer with the paupers
I can't quite tell just what the cause is so I listen to feline reporters

When Milton Friedman told you Santa was nothing more than a lie
The next day Xmas budget plummets and there's no money left for mince pies
This may seem like a trivial example but that's a claim I must deny
Because this foxy boxing is part of a doctrine that takes our lives from under our eyes