TheDogSong歌词
stampead - the dog song
lrc by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
@ www.geciduoduo.com @
i found a shelter and garden,
on the corner of fountain and vine.
it’s made for gamblers who lose,
a place for brave men to whine.
every so often there’s trouble,
somebody could lose a life.
i just sit on the back porch,
and eat apples with my knife.
isabella comes to visit,
she can talk all day and night.
cursing the republican government,
i can’t say if she’s wrong or right.
i said i admired her hatred,
i’m not one to take sides.
she kissed me and tried to persuade me,
so i had no choice, i had to lie.
in the morning she left me a letter,
i couldn’t make out a single word.
i’m sure it was something outrageous,
about her trying to save the world.
it was then that i got so depressed,
in this world i make no difference.
i just hang out with thieves,
spitting apple seeds at the fence.
so i picked up the la times,
and read to page 22.
it was there that i found my purpose,
to help dogs from being abused.
i began to tell all my friends,
about these dogs in need.
i said, “did you know in some parts of china,
all the dogs have fleas?”
they said i was crazy,
laughed and shook their heads.
said maybe i would have found jesus,
in another girl’s bed.
but i was off to the white house,
with 6 greyhounds and a sign.
practiced my speech to the president,
i memorized every line.
after a few days i made friends,
to help me with my cause.
we even made the local news,
chanting, lets save the dogs!
it brought a tear to my eye,
they understood what i had to say.
and just like isabella,
i was talking all night and day.
i was talking at the racetrack.
i was talking on the radio.
i was talking at the cathedral,
and at the pound with my megaphone
and then one sunny morning,
preaching at the dog parade.
i had a crowd of 2,000,
hanging on every word i’d say.
i swore i’d see them through.
we’d fight until the end.
when a bulldog barked right at me,
and tore up my left hand.
as the blood ran down my arm,
from my elbow to the floor,
i knew i’d lose my temper.
i couldn’t take anymore.
i screamed, that’s it, i give up!
these dogs don’t give a damn!
they all called me a traitor,
said, go back to from where you came!
so that’s just what i did,
and they welcomed me with open arms.
and the freshest basket of apples,
straight from cortez farms.
i told isabella my story.
i thought she’d understand.
but she called me a failure,
and knocked the fruit from my hands.
i guess maybe she was right.
i was just a phony from the start.
but these apples never tasted sweeter,
and i know who my real friends are
lrc by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
@ www.geciduoduo.com @
i found a shelter and garden,
on the corner of fountain and vine.
it’s made for gamblers who lose,
a place for brave men to whine.
every so often there’s trouble,
somebody could lose a life.
i just sit on the back porch,
and eat apples with my knife.
isabella comes to visit,
she can talk all day and night.
cursing the republican government,
i can’t say if she’s wrong or right.
i said i admired her hatred,
i’m not one to take sides.
she kissed me and tried to persuade me,
so i had no choice, i had to lie.
in the morning she left me a letter,
i couldn’t make out a single word.
i’m sure it was something outrageous,
about her trying to save the world.
it was then that i got so depressed,
in this world i make no difference.
i just hang out with thieves,
spitting apple seeds at the fence.
so i picked up the la times,
and read to page 22.
it was there that i found my purpose,
to help dogs from being abused.
i began to tell all my friends,
about these dogs in need.
i said, “did you know in some parts of china,
all the dogs have fleas?”
they said i was crazy,
laughed and shook their heads.
said maybe i would have found jesus,
in another girl’s bed.
but i was off to the white house,
with 6 greyhounds and a sign.
practiced my speech to the president,
i memorized every line.
after a few days i made friends,
to help me with my cause.
we even made the local news,
chanting, lets save the dogs!
it brought a tear to my eye,
they understood what i had to say.
and just like isabella,
i was talking all night and day.
i was talking at the racetrack.
i was talking on the radio.
i was talking at the cathedral,
and at the pound with my megaphone
and then one sunny morning,
preaching at the dog parade.
i had a crowd of 2,000,
hanging on every word i’d say.
i swore i’d see them through.
we’d fight until the end.
when a bulldog barked right at me,
and tore up my left hand.
as the blood ran down my arm,
from my elbow to the floor,
i knew i’d lose my temper.
i couldn’t take anymore.
i screamed, that’s it, i give up!
these dogs don’t give a damn!
they all called me a traitor,
said, go back to from where you came!
so that’s just what i did,
and they welcomed me with open arms.
and the freshest basket of apples,
straight from cortez farms.
i told isabella my story.
i thought she’d understand.
but she called me a failure,
and knocked the fruit from my hands.
i guess maybe she was right.
i was just a phony from the start.
but these apples never tasted sweeter,
and i know who my real friends are