Bastards in the Night
Bolder than the bold, he was
Stronger than the elephant man
30ton truck he was running on fumes
but the wind moved his soul
this cold night
Howling like a wolf
but this is a tune from a rabid dog.
Tonight this is the tune for a crazy old bastard dog.
Churchbells clingin on people
nobody care
Beaver biting its way through a fence
while that pope takes his medicine
and moves into the caravan of haze
in the niight
Howling like a wolf
but this is a tune from a rabid dog.
Tonight this is the tune for a crazy old bastard dog.
Stuck in the mud with a halv dead muse
door slams shut
what the hell, eveninpapers in the oven
ammuniton for the sweet police woman
in the niight
Howling like a wolf
but this is a tune from a rabid dog.
Tonight this is the tune for a crazy old bastard dog.
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- February 8, 2010 / 10:31 am
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