[Verse 1]
|
He never thought he'd think of killing himself
|
But he had've doubted anything to do with his health
|
Wasn't never that kind of gentlemen that needed help
|
Just an everyday bloke try'na handle what he'd been dealt
|
But it was steadily more difficult to conceal when he was too proud to reveal
|
The lonliest fear that he feels
|
Envious of those on an even keal
|
'Cause from where he's sitting that disposition is completely unreal
|
It's not like his cars lost any one of it's wheels
|
It's just as if it been clamped up, secured and sealed
|
Now he's flown the white flag and shown he'd yield
|
Yet the Black Dog relentlessly honed his heal
|
In a planet of 6 bil, still not a soul to understand
|
Too long ago relinquished the upper hand
|
Got him suffocated, tied him like a cummerband
|
Recalls what happy is, that's for another man
|
|
[Verse 2]
|
His path is lonely even when it's public
|
The clown cries tears, the crowd cheers and loves it
|
Coils with his inner turmoil, cups it
|
Tucks it neatly, keeps him sweetly unflustered
|
People of prominence are just as likely
|
Even if they're hyped as hype be, bright and fiesty
|
They might be the John Konrads and Steve Rogers
|
Gold medals, best and fairest, they got not just
|
cars and ski lodgers - they might even be doctors
|
Judge of character, silver screen your operas
|
Covinced that they imposters, row with one oar
|
Ones that made themselves now think they done for
|
And they can't talk, some of them hit the mute button
|
Men die in bachelor pads, nobody knew nothin'
|
The few years as great as vacant car parks
|
Don't ask why it's hard to laugh
|
|
[Verse 3]
|
It's 2am he's wandering streets alone
|
Can't remember these avenues they feel unknown
|
Listen to the droan of a distant trucks compression breaks
|
Afraid of the frailty of the things he'd set in place
|
He's had better days, some worse than others
|
Not the kind of fella proud of sleeping in under the covers
|
Close up the shutters, take the phone off the hook
|
And if they enquire he'll reply he was crook
|
|
It overtook him too long ago
|
And took us on a slow but shortlived prison like S Corby
|
17 years since he celbrated 40, too many candles to blow out and it's too corny
|
He might make a decision and set off a chain of events
|
Find a way to say what he meant
|
But he's spent just looking to get by
|
The Black Dog in the corner of his eye won't back off
|
|
{Bridge} {X2}
|
Getting stalked by the Black Dog
|
Stalked by the Black Dog
|
They back down but still he won't back off
|
Unable to navigate without a map of
|
the way home
|
Stalked by the Black Dog
|
Stalked by the Black Dog
|
Follow home and hope, why doesn't it back off?
|
Getting followed
|
Followed by the Black Dog
|
|
Stalked by The Black Dog.
|
|
-----------------
|
Black Dog
|
| Urthboy |
