Chris Corner - Bring Me Back a Dog lyrics

From the fall I hold the word conviction And the thrill to the swell is in your golden touch But the flesh is weak and without reason So I slave to your beat and soul for all time God give a little love Bring me back a dog in the next life God give a little love Wanna be a dog in the next life When you strike with soul and quick precision I'm snagged by a nervous twitch and cold desire But they say the wretched get their kingdom Breathe on, it's my time, let's go, we all die God give a little love Bring me back a dog in the next life God give a little love Wanna be a dog in the next life The trouble is me, you The trouble is me, you Oh, the trouble is me, you The trouble is me, you God give a little love Bring me back a dog in the next life God give a little love Wanna be a dog in the next life