You Lie Down With Dogs
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Stampead - The Dog Song

LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang

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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

Stampead - The Dog Song

LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang

@ @

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

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