DESCRIPTION:
Ezra Furman | Day of the Dog
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LYRICS (scroll down)

From the bums on the street to the prisoners inside
From the loser cast out to the runaway child
And the wandering slave through the wilderness fog
They're all lying in wait for the day of the dog

I came up in the world with a pain in my back
And I never could run with the wolves in the pack
But I been using my teeth, and I've sharpened my claws
And I'm lying in wait for the day of the dog

If we get in a fight, I won't take out my gun
And you can go home tonight, and you can think that you've won
But I'll see you again, and I'll prove you dead wrong
And the sun will be high on the day of the dog

It's the end of the night, and we're greeting the dawn
On a river of blood and a plague of frogs
Ain't nobody can judge me, nobody but God
And the sun will be high on the day of the dog