The Dog Song Lyrics - Singles - Stampead

I found a shelter and garden, 

on the corner of Fountain and Vine. 

It's made for gamblers who lose, 

a place for brave men to whine. 

Every so often there's trouble, 

somebody could lose a life. 

I just sit on the back porch, 

and eat apples with my knife. 

Isabella comes to visit, 

she can talk all day and night. 

Cursing the republican government, 

I can't say if she's wrong or right. 

I said I admired her hatred, 

I'm not one to take sides. 

She kissed me and tried to persuade me, 

so I had no choice, I had to lie. 

In the morning she left me a letter, 

I couldn't make out a single word. 

I'm sure it was something outrageous, 

about her trying to save the world. 

It was then that I got so depressed, 

in this world I make no difference. 

I just hang out with thieves, 

spitting apple seeds at the fence. 

So I picked up the LA Times, 

and read to page 22. 

It was there that I found my purpose, 

to help dogs from being abused. 

I began to tell all my friends, 

about these dogs in need. 

I said, Did you know in some parts of China, 

all the dogs have fleas? 

They said I was crazy, 

laughed and shook their heads. 

Said maybe I would have found Jesus, 

in another girls bed. 

But I was off to the white house, 

with 6 greyhounds and a sign. 

Practiced my speech to the president, 

I memorized every line. 

After a few days I made friends, 

to help me with my cause. 

We even made the local news, 

chanting, Lets save the dogs!" 

It brought a tear to my eye, 

they understood what I had to say. 

And just like Isabella, 

I was talking all night and day. 

I was talking at the racetrack. 

I was talking on the radio. 

I was talking at the cathedral, 

and at the pound with my megaphone 

And then one sunny morning, 

preaching at the dog parade. 

I had a crowd of 2,000, 

hanging on every word Id say. 

I swore Id see them through. 

Wed fight until the end. 

When a bulldog barked right at me, 

and tore up my left hand. 

As the blood ran down my arm, 

from my elbow to the floor, 

I knew I'd lose my temper. 

I couldn't take anymore. 

I screamed, "That's it, I give up!" 

"These dogs don't give a damn!" 

They all called me a traitor, 

said, Go back to from where you came!" 

So that's just what I did, 

and they welcomed me with open arms. 

And the freshest basket of apples, 

straight from Cortez farms. 

I told Isabella my story. 

I thought she'd understand. 

But she called me a failure, 

and knocked the fruit from my hands. 

I guess maybe she was right. 

I was just a phony from the start. 

But these apples never tasted sweeter, 

and I know who my real friends are.