Stampead - The Dog Song lyrics

I found a shelter and garden, on the corner of Fountain and Vine. It's made for gamblers who lose, a place for brave men to whine. Every so often there's trouble, somebody could lose a life. I just sit on the back porch, and eat apples with my knife. Isabella comes to visit, she can talk all day and night. Cursing the republican government, I can't say if she's wrong or right. I said I admired her hatred, I'm not one to take sides. She kissed me and tried to persuade me, so I had no choice, I had to lie. In the morning she left me a letter, I couldn't make out a single word. I'm sure it was something outrageous, about her trying to save the world. It was then that I got so depressed, in this world I make no difference. I just hang out with thieves, spitting apple seeds at the fence. So I picked up the LA Times, and read to page 22. It was there that I found my purpose, to help dogs from being abused. I began to tell all my friends, about these dogs in need. I said, Did you know in some parts of China, all the dogs have fleas? They said I was crazy, laughed and shook their heads. Said maybe I would have found Jesus, in another girls bed. But I was off to the white house, with 6 greyhounds and a sign. Practiced my speech to the president, I memorized every line. After a few days I made friends, to help me with my cause. We even made the local news, chanting, Lets save the dogs!" It brought a tear to my eye, they understood what I had to say. And just like Isabella, I was talking all night and day. I was talking at the racetrack. I was talking on the radio. I was talking at the cathedral, and at the pound with my megaphone And then one sunny morning, preaching at the dog parade. I had a crowd of 2,000, hanging on every word Id say. I swore Id see them through. Wed fight until the end. When a bulldog barked right at me, and tore up my left hand. As the blood ran down my arm, from my elbow to the floor, I knew I'd lose my temper. I couldn't take anymore. I screamed, "That's it, I give up!" "These dogs don't give a damn!" They all called me a traitor, said, Go back to from where you came!" So that's just what I did, and they welcomed me with open arms. And the freshest basket of apples, straight from Cortez farms. I told Isabella my story. I thought she'd understand. But she called me a failure, and knocked the fruit from my hands. I guess maybe she was right. I was just a phony from the start. But these apples never tasted sweeter, and I know who my real friends are.