Jealous Dog

Once I turned the TV on I saw the green gra*s on the lawn I don't know why it struck me off That life was perfect as a catalog I guess I'm just a jealous dog I walked into a house of prayer I didn't feel so welcome there I was looking for the hand of God When it struck me hard, I was hit by a fraud Oh, the mean, mean mouth of a jealous dog Oh, the mean, mean mouth of a jealous dog I had a friend with a handsome trait When he's done with his dinner he'd lick his plate It's a way of living that I applaud Like the message in this monologue To never be a jealous dog, never be a jealous dog Never be a jealous dog