Well, I’m just a dog
That’s what people say
Although I admit
At the end of the day

They tell me to sit and
They tell me to stay
But how can I sit
When you’re so far away?

Am I part demon king?
Or something in between?
If all dogs go to heaven
Then you know where I’ve been

What can I say
To the voice in my head
Did one little pug
Really beat the undead?

I’m more than a dog
I can think, I can speak
But if I’m a good boy
May I still have a treat?