A Swamp Dog's Tale

You can never dream to be like this
 I've seen your kind around
 Scoring with the background boys begging to be found
 But nobody is looking
 Perfect time to bask in the residue
 that is haunting the very core of my existing bliss
 You can never dream to be like this
 Gunshots fill your head
 Your mother says you're better off than dead
 What's the matter, misdemeanouring old flatter?
 Has the final state of conversing pitter patter
 Laughed too hard at that missed kiss
 You can never dream to be like this
 You can never dream to be like this
 Insisting attention at every utter
 Perhaps it's time to relax the insistent grip
 At the poor live cow's weakly used tit
 You could never dream to be like this