If you've never felt the joys of having a good boy standing by your side, well...
You're missing out, yeah you're missing out, it's like swallowing the god damn sun
And when he dreams I'll bet he thinks of me
T.G.B. on tour with us, now that's what I call a band mascot

Soundcheckin' in The Milky Way
Don't let him run away

He's the best that we could ask for
There aren't many things that make us smile anymore;
Yeah, we've got a lot to grieve about
And I get scared every time I remember that he'll die too soon
Everyone you love will die too soon
(ooo-ooo's)

From 9 to 5 he sits all alone
Like a submissive adult trapped in a shitty day job
He guards the ship when we're not home
Sniffing around, chewing on bones
It's time to go, he's the GPS
Push a button on his collar and put him to the test
He knows not the weight of reality
Happy to be here standing next to me
(good boy)

Make sure to feed him every day
Don't let him run away

He's the best that we could ask for
There aren't many things that make us smile anymore;
Yeah, we've got a lot to grieve about
And I get scared every time I remember that he'll die too soon

Does he even know that I've got a tattoo of him?
Does he even know what a tattoo is?