title: hot water bottle of love Verse 1 October night, middle of a Spark run, Headlights caught a shape that shouldn't be there. Sable coat and blood on the center line, Busted up dog with them radar ears. Rushed him to the vet, they said "What's his name?" I said "Dog Meat," Emily 'bout lost her mind. "You can't put that, that's too dark, even for you," But the Wasteland found us, and we couldn't leave it behind. Chorus Hot water bottle of love, Leaned right in and never let go. Pressed against her side for hours, Burnin' slow like an ember glow. Mr. Burger came in on a broken road, Couple months, we said... that's all we need to find him a home. Verse 2 Touch the curtain wrong, he'd be over the couch, Tail up, one woof, and occasionally worse. Starin' through the glass like he's runnin' recon, First one on the scene, for better or curse. Then he'd curl up tight in a little ball, Let one rip and jolt himself awake. Turn around and stare at his own backside, Like, "Was that you?" ... Boy, for goodness' sake. Chorus Hot water bottle of love, Leaned right in and never let go. Pressed against her side for hours, Burnin' slow like an ember glow. Burger Boy came in on a broken road, One month turned to two... and two turned into more. Verse 3 He shredded every toy down to the thread, But that Hershey's fabric, he kept it close. Carried it around like a security blanket, Emotional support from a dog who needed it most. Weasel in your lap 'fore you knew what happened, Back end on Emily, head down on the couch. Contortionist heart, always bendin' toward her, He was her dog, there was never any doubt. Verse 4 We said we'd rehab him, maybe some training, Get him right and send him on his way. But somewhere between "sit" and "stay" and "wait," We bowed our heads and he learned to pray. Sat there still while we said the blessing, Didn't touch his bowl till we said amen. October bled to Christmas, Christmas into summer, And we kept sayin' "just a couple months" again. Bridge (half-time, heavy) Sometimes those ears'd go flat and his eyes'd go far, Starin' at a corner, seein' things we can't. Then he'd throw his head back, hit that Rottie "roooo," Like he's callin' out to ghosts across the land. Ears never dropped unless the world got heavy, Third dog of four, only meant to pass through. But Burgie had a way of wormin' in, Ten months deep before we knew. Final Chorus Hot water bottle of love, You finally found where you belong. South Carolina now, with your sister Beatrice, Runnin' next to horses, still goin' strong. Sir Loin came in on a broken road, And we kept him warm till he found his own. Outro (driving beat fades, spoken low) Dog Meat... Mr. Burger... Burger Boy... Sir Loin... Weasel... Burgie... They met us right here at the house. Took him home to a good life. We found you broken in the road, boy. You found us just in time.
