Testo Dogs - Nosound
Testo della canzone Dogs (Nosound), tratta dall'album Dogs
You've got to be crazy
Got to have a real need
Got to sleep on your toes
And when you're on the street
Got to be able to pick out the easy meat
With your eyes closed
Then moving in silently, downwind and out of sight
You've got to strike when the moment is right
Without thinking
And after a while
You can work on points for style
Like a club tie and a 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've got to keep one eye
Looking over your shoulder
It's gonna get harder
Harder and harder
As you get older
And in the end you'll pack up
Fly down south, hide your head in the sand
Just another sad 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 flows 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
All alone
Dragged down
By the stone
Got to admit
That I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me
As if I'm just being used
Got to stay awake, got to try and shake off
These creeping maladies
If I don't stand my own ground
How can I find my way out of this maze
And deaf, dumb and blind (deaf, dumb and blind)
Just keep on pretending (just keep on pretending)
That everyone's expendable (everyone's expendable)
And no one has a real friend (no one has a real friend)
It seems to you the thing to do (it seems to you the thing to do)
Would be to isolate the winner (would be to isolate the winner)
When everything's done under the sun (everything's done under the sun)
And you believe at heart that everyone's
A hunter (everyone's a hunter)
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 on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone
Credits
Writer(s): David Jon Gilmour, George Roger Waters
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