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Street Dogs

Genres: Rock

Rights To Your Soul Lyrics - Street Dogs

Walking on a summer day down in Warland Square 

When we came upon a begging flower with dreadlocks in her hair 

A younger girl, cyanotic too soon 

She shoots us back a look, keep that pity to yourself 

Then she turns away so violently and fixes up again 

Life-stealing chill digging into her 

 

Why have you turned out this way? 

Have all those cheap shots got you running so far away? 

 

Because it owns, owns the rights to your soul 

Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold 

Somewhere beneath the rot lies a rose 

Before the poison stream stole the rights to your soul 

Rights to your soul, rights to your soul 

 

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Reluctantly I throw some cash and pity in her can 

Knowing full well that the money is earmarked for a bad plan 

Admit kindness to a fault, I guess 

She half smiles, half cries, catch that pity in my eyes 

Then she looks away within a hurry for her begging cry 

Christ, she looks on her last leg 

 

Why have you turned out this way? 

Have all those hot shots got you running so far away? 

 

Because it owns, owns the rights to your soul 

Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold 

Somewhere beneath the rot lies a rose 

Before the poison stream stole the rights to your soul 

Rights to your soul, rights to your soul 

 

How do you concede young life to a dragon? 

How about kicking your demons loose for a ride on the wagon? 

 

Why have you turned out this way? 

Have all those hot shots got you running so far away? 

 

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Because it owns, owns the rights to your soul 

Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold 

Somewhere beneath the rot lies a rose 

Before the poison stream stole the rights to your soul 

Rights to your soul, rights to your soul 

 

Owns, owns the rights to your soul 

Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold 

I remember such a little rose 

Before the heroin stole the rights to your soul 

Rights to your soul, rights to your soul 

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