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Tourists all got lots to say,
money to burn and hell to pay,
Take the flesh throw the bones away,
Should have been born a dog,
should have been born a dog.
Tonight Im staying undrground,
I gotta markers out all over town.
For all I care they can burn this dump down.
Should have been born a dog,
should have been born a dog.
I've been dancing in the rain,
casting shadows, leaving stains.
Your in the doorway yelling my name
Should have been born a dog,
should have been born a dog.
Church is locked, the tithe is in.
There's no one around to hear my sin
Hell, no one cares how bad you've been.
Should have been born a dog,
should have been born a dog.
One day we'll sing the blues,
They'll paint your name across the moon.
Hell dont the days creep up on you
Should have been born a dog,
should have been born a dog.
(Born A Dog. Kevin Quain and The Mad Bastards) |
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