In a town in the east
The parishioners were visited upon
By a curious beast, hew
And his eyes
Numbered but one and shone like the sun
And a glance beckoned the immediate loss
Of a cherished one
Hew, it was the comin' of the

(Black shuck)
Black shuck
(Black shuck)
Black shuck
(Black shuck)
That dog don't give a fuck

Black shuck
(Black shuck)
Black shuck
(Black shuck)
Black shuck
(Black shuck)
That dog don't give a fuck

Flames licked round the sacred spire
And the congregation's last line of defense
Was engulfed in fire, hew
As the flaming
Priest stepped into the firing line
On the business end of a beam of despair
God, he took his own life
Hew, during the comin' of the

(Black shuck)
Black shuck
(Black shuck)
Black shuck
(Black shuck)
That dog don't give a fuck

Black shuck
(Black shuck)
Black shuck
(Black shuck)
Black shuck
(Black shuck)
That dog don't give a fuck

A nimbus of blue light surrounds a crimson paw
As he takes another fatal swipe
At the Blytheburgh church door

(Black shuck)
Black shuck
(Black shuck)
Black shuck
(Black shuck)
That dog don't give a fuck

Black shuck
(Black shuck)
Black shuck
(Black shuck)
Black shuck
(Black shuck)
That dog don't give a fuck

(Black shuck)
Black shuck
(Black shuck)
Black shuck
(Black shuck)
That dog don't give a fuck

(Black shuck)
Black shuck
(Black shuck)
Black shuck
(Black shuck)
That dog don't give a fuck
Woof

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Writer(s): DANIEL FRANCIS HAWKINS, EDWIN JAMES GRAHAM, FRANCIS GILLES POULLAIN-PATTERSON, JUSTIN DAVID HAWKINS