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jueves, mayo 29, 2003 

Dogs

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes
and when you're on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat
with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out
of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right
without thinking

And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's going to get harder and harder and
harder as you get older
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another old man
All alone and dying of cancer

And when you lose control
you'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows
and turns to stone
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to
need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down, alone
Dragged down by the stone

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off
this creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground
how can I find my own way out of this maze?

Deaf dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no one has a real
friend
And it seems to you the thing to do
Would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer

Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead by the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone




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