He's a dog on a pile,
And he's a wailin,
For his crimes.
Whats wrong?
Fell off from a fallin' out,
From his love's gold-gilded tin roof.
Service done him wrong, mother gone,
Is it wrong, to feel?
Eye-catching sly,
He's all tied up,
In a bind.
Drink up.
Bruised, he must choose,
To lead or follow.
Warm washin down, away his pain goes.
Flashing a smile, his first in a while.
A crooked letter, he doesn't matter.
Smile, smile, its a disaster.
Act now, and think after,
For he is a slave without a master,
and he's waiting to die.
A battle cry,
He is ready,
For the fight.
Lay low.
Planned, (sh)it hits the fan,
Drop the balls, too soon.
Hold it tight, warm and light.
Souls shine bright, in the heat of the night.
Done for a while,
No time to smile,
See it through.
Push hard.
Gone are the days,
With the frozen toes and,
End times comin near,
Whats to fear? Fly my dear, away. Away.
A crooked letter, he doesn't matter.
Pockets out, ain't that better.
Hands high, a hard hitter.
He's a weary lost traveller,
and he's waitin for a sign.
Out of the thick, he's laughing away.
Disaster be done, smile smiling away.
Broke his gold-gilded, unbroken chain.
Slave ride free, he jives on away.
Sign found, all he did was look around.
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