Wild Dogs

Duration

4:49

Genres

Folk

Description

Lyrics

Wild Dogs From my waking nightmare of brute memory Rise the cries of wild dogs on a killin’ spree The pack, they got tame Butch and then our favorite, ol’ Dee Dee At Joe & ‘em’s place down in the country. It must have been the wild dogs Never trust those wild dogs A law unto themselves, the wild dogs You can blame it on the wild dogs Men grabbed their rifles and assembled a team Too late in the evening to see a stone thing Hoping from the haunted woods that they might bring Spilt blood of mad killers to dampen the sting. It must have been the wild dogs Never trust those wild dogs A law unto themselves, the wild dogs You can blame it on the wild dogs Mama called after Daddy, oh, she pleaded her best Then she trembled like fury, clutching me to her chest Shots exploded in the darkness as we all might have guessed But that silence that followed made all hearts arrest. It must have been the wild dogs Never trust those wild dogs A law unto themselves, the wild dogs You can blame it on the wild dogs Just one stray bullet spat from tube of steel It took to kill my daddy—by men his fate sealed But I blame it on those wild dogs, the ever-rotten deal Like a tale yanked loose from Jack London, it seems all more the real. It must have been the wild dogs Never trust those wild dogs A law unto themselves, the wild dogs You can blame it on the wild dogs It must have been the wild dogs Don’t you ever trust those wild dogs And I should have shot them all myself, the wild dogs And I will always blame those wild dogs