Beau (US) - Dark Dog Days lyrics

“DARK DOG DAYS” Babe, before you press that knife To your sweet, misguided face I hope time answers all the ways and the times and the places in your mind You litter the vines of our dysfunctional tree With liberties taken from reality You're fit for the sanitarium With the fits seeping from your cranium I used to find joy in the mind Oh, the kindness of your gaze But late at night I'd often find you In a homicidal rage Days of love are gone now Leave me in the Dark Dog Days It's hot, I can't be bothered With your hysteria Dark Dog Days I never thought I'd have to watch my back, yeah In Dark Dog Days Fear of being in a sack, throw me to the ocean Fear of being in a sack, throw me to the ocean Fear of being in a sack, throw me to the ocean Fear of being in a sack, throw me to the ocean Copyright 2006 Beau Phillips