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Dogs Lyrics - Singles - Colonel Les Claypool's Fearless Flying Frog Brigade

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, fly down south 

Hide your head in the sand 

Just another sad old man 

All alone and dying of cancer 

And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest that you've sown 

And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone 

And it's too late to loose 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 of this creeping malaise 

If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze 

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending 

That everyone's expendable and no one had a real friend 

And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner 

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 seat in the stand 

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 on the phone 

Who was dragged down by the stone 

Are you remember?



Pride

Artist: Cher