Ezra Furman Day Of The Dog
From the bums on the street
To the prisoners inside
From the losers 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've 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