Dogs — Pink Floyd: текст песни

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need

Gotta sleep on your toes and when youre on the street

You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed

Then moving in silently downwind and out of sight

You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking

And after a while you can work on points of style

Like the club tie and the 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

Youll get the chance to put the knife in

Guitar Solo

Youve gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder

You know its gonna get harder, harder and harder as you get older

And in the end youll pack up and fly down south, hide your head in the sand

Just another sad old man, all alone and dying of cancer

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And when you lose control youll reap the harvest you have sown

And as the fear grows the bad blood slows and turns to stone

And its 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

Gotta admit that Im a little bit confused

Sometimes it seems to me as if Im just being used

Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise

If I dont stand my own ground how can I find my way out of the maze

Deaf, dumb and blind you just keep on pretending

That everyones expendable and noone has a real friend

And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner

And everythings done under the sun

And you believe at heart everyones a killer

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 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