Bring Me Back A Dog — IAMX

From the fall I hold the word conviction And the thrill to the swell is in your golden touch But the flesh is weak and without reason So I slave to your beat and soul for all time

God give a little love Bring me back a dog in the next life God give a little love Wanna be a dog in the next life

When you strike with soul and quick precision I'm snagged by a nervous twitch and cold desire But they say the wretched get their kingdom Breathe on, it's my time, let's go, we all die

God give a little love Bring me back a dog in the next life God give a little love Wanna be a dog in the next life

The trouble is me, you The trouble is me, you Oh, the trouble is me, you The trouble is me, you

God give a little love Bring me back a dog in the next life God give a little love Wanna be a dog in the next life