Urthboy - Black Dog lyrics

He never thought he'd think of k**ing himself Nobody had a doubt of anything to do with his health He wasn't ever that kind of gentleman that needed help Just an everyday bloke trying to handle what he'd been dealt But it was steadily more difficult to conceal And he was too proud to reveal, the loneliest fear that he feels Envious on those on an even keel, cos from where he's sitting that disposition is completely unreal It's not his car's lost any one of its wheels It's just as if it's been clamped up, secured and sealed Yo he's flown his white flag and shown he'd yield Yet the black dog relentlessly honed his heel In a planet of 6 bill' and still not a soul to understand Too long ago relinquished the upper hand Got him suffocated, tightened like a cummerband Recalls what happy is but that's for another man His path is lonely, even when it's public The clown cries tears the crowd cheers and loves it Coils in his inner turmoil, cups it, tucks it neatly, keeps em sweetly unflustered People of prominence are just as likely Even if they're as hyped as hyphy, bright and feisty They might be the John Conrads and Steve Rogers Gold medals, best and fairest, they got notches Cars and ski lodges, they might even be doctors Tragic characters, silver screen operas Convinced that they're imposters, row with one oar Men that made themselves now think they're done for And they can't talk, someone on the mute bu*ton Men die in batchelor pads, nobody knew nothing The view from here is as grey as vacant car parks Don't ask why it's so hard to laugh ...He's wondering streets alone Can't remember these avenues, they feel unknown Listen to the sound of a distant truck's compression brakes 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, look It overtook him too long ago and took his honour Slow but surely, imprisoned like S. Corby 17 years since he celebrated 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… Getting stalked by the black dog Stalked by the black dog You back down but still he won't back off Trying to navigate without a map of The way home, stalked by the black dog stalked by the black dog