Songtext zu 'Dog Dream' von Michael Malarkey

Pick a pack of papers
Red, silver, green
Hands shake like a mannequin
Smoke up with your neighbour
Step on all the cracks
And the battery is burnt to black
Peace and our problems man
We can't forget now where we stand
I'm broke and the golden hand slips into the the pools of diamonds
Thinking of devotion
Sing a song of faith
It was only just cos I was curious
Ain't nobody's business
Break another gravestone, who's laughing now?
Peace
And our problems man
We can't forget now where we stand
I'm broke
And the golden hand slips into the pools of diamonds
It's gonna be a grip til I come home
Don't bother waiting up by the fire
Just go to bed and rest your weary little eyes
And I'll weave dreams into your hair
Just blow your whitsle in the masquerade
I've got a dog dream and I'm gonna make you shake
So don't be afraid
Ima play my game now
Red, silver, green
Shake hands with the peppermint queen
This aint no fuckin hoe down
Sing a song of hate
It was only just cos I was thinking of
Peace
And our problems man
We can't forget now where we stand
I'm broke
And the golden hand slips into the pools of diamonds
Thief!
It's the contraband
Who holds the reigns in the promised land?
I'm yoked
To the golden hand as I pass through the doors of silence
It's gonna be a grip til I come home
Don't bother waiting up by the fire
Just go to bed and rest your weary little eyes
And I'll weave dreams into your hair
Just blow your whitsle in the masquerade
I've got a dog dream and I'm gonna make you shake
So don't be afraid