Day of the Dog

From the bums on the street

To the prisoners inside

From the losers cast out

To the runaway child

And the wandering slave

Through the wilderness fog

They're all lying in wait

For the day of the dog

I came up in the world

With a pain in my back

And I never could run

With the wolves in the pack

But I been using my teeth

And I've sharpened my claws

And I'm lying in wait

For the day of the dog

If we get in a fight

I won't take out my gun

And you can go home tonight

And you can think that you've won

But I'll see you again

And I'll prove you dead wrong

And the sun will be high

On the day of the dog

It's the end of the night

And we're greeting the dawn

On a river of blood

And a plague of frogs

Ain't nobody can judge me

Nobody but God

And the sun will be high

On the day of the dog