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Dogs

Pink Floyd
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Intro:
            

            
 
        
You gotta be crazy

Gotta have a real need
      
Gotta sleep on your toes  
    
and when you're on the street

You got to 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 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 gotta keep one eye

Looking over your shoulder You know
     
It's gonna get harder, harder, harder

As you get older ...Yeah
    
And in the end you'll pack up  fly down south

And 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 slows 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 ya go  down all alone        
           

Dragged down by the stone...

                                

                 

                  

                 

                  

                 

                  

                        


Gotta admit

That I'm a little bit confused

Sometimes it seems to me

As if I'm just being used

Gotta stay awake gotta try and shake off

This creeping malaise
     
If I don't stand my own ground

How can I find my way out of the maze?

Deaf, dumb and blind

You just keep on pretending
     
That everyone's expendable

And no one has a real friend
       
And it seems to you the thing to do

Would be to isolate the winner
         
And everything's done under the sun

And you believe at heart everyone's 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 the back”
                                    

Who was breaking away from the pack (breaking away)
                             

Who was only a stranger at home (only a stranger)
                            

Who was ground down in the end (ground down)
                            

Who was found dead on the phone (found dead)
                              

Who was dragged down by the stone...
                    
Who was dragged down by the stone
## Credits

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