Dogs from Dogs by A Paranoid King

Well it hasn't been easy, this past year
Need a voice of comfort, no blanket judgement to listen and hear
So I talk to the hag on my chest
She says I'm a hard one to possess
She goes whooshy, I lick her ear
And reminds me kindly I have everything to fear

"Who is this who is coming?", I take a stand
Drop everything out to Iceland
Find a dead fish on Grótta beach
Can you see death in 360 degrees?

All I wanna be, all I wanna see
All I wanna feel, all I wanna read is

5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 all dogs go to heaven
6, 10, 8, 1, 12, 14 I know what you want, I know what you need

I used to count myself lucky for years
Before downs and downs and rounds and rounds put me here
So I talk to this girl, she seems nice
Beat back the world, beat back the strife

Because dogs go to heaven

I used to be the youngest kid at the punk gig
Now I'm only the youngest guy at the folk club
I get offered tea in bars they take offence
I can't partake in such delicacies as caffeine, my body just can't hack it

5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11...

• Cow Punk
• DIY
• Folk
• Shropshire
• folk punk
• lo-fi
• punk
• Shrewsbury