LIKE A DOG
by Daniel Thiel, Sr.
LIKE A DOG ON A LEASH, LIKE A DOG
ON A BONE SOMETIMES
WE'RE LOST, TILL WE GET BACK HOME.
DOWN IN THE STREET,
PICKING UP TROUBLE LIKE CHEWING GUM.
GETTIN' KICKED BY A BOOT, ROLLED THROUGH THE SAND,
SOMETIMES WONDERIN', WHERE THE HELL I AM.
LOST ON THE DARK SIDE, CAN'T FIND MY WAY,
A SHOT RINGS OUT, AN THERE'S HELL TO PAY.
WHAT A LIFE FOR A DOG, IT'S HELL FOR A MAN.
MY TIME IS SHIT, CAUSE OF WHO I AM.
BORN DURING WILD TIMES, NEVER KNEW MY NAME.
LOTSA FOLKS KNEW ME, THEY WAS SORRY I CAME.
DRIFTED IN ONE MORNING WITH A HANDSOME GRIN,
MOST OF THEM WISHED, THAT I HAD NEVER BEEN.
PERFECTED MY CRAFT, PROTECTION THE NAME,
MADE LOTS OF MONEY PLAYING THAT GAME.
COLD TIME ON A BACK STREET,
DARKER THAN NIGHT,
SHOT RINGS OUT, THE END OF MY FIGHT.
WHAT A LIFE FOR A DOG, IT'S HELL FOR A MAN.
MY TIME IS SHIT, CAUSE OF WHO I AM.
BORN DURING WILD TIMES, NEVER KNEW MY NAME.
LOTSA FOLKS KNEW ME, THEY WAS SORRY I CAME.
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