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Richard Dawson – Dead Dog In An Alleyway lyrics
Dead dog in an alleyway
Dusted with snow on a bed of burst pin-bags
Underneath the big fans
Behind the premier [?] before your eyes
Only nothing plays to span the night
Maybe I can go in the pedestrian tunnel
[?] dudes on football dicks
They give me the most shit
"Disgusting animal"
Over there in the labyrinth of neon
You can hear the voices lift through the icy air
Pooping and projectile vomiting
And the distant sound of silence
Dead dog in an alleyway
Dreaming of corn in the moment just before
I awake to a savage kicking
Blows rain down upon me through the blackness
Of my sleeping bag
Help me, help me, please, help me
Won't you please help me? Anyone?
The city melts away
Into a crisp new day
I am still here
Drifting off in the glowing Nando's
You can hear the families chuckle with each swing of the door
Music, tinkling cutlery
And the laughter of the little ones
Over there in the labyrinth of neon
You can hear the voices lift through the icy air
Pooping and projectile vomiting
And the distant sound of silence
Dusted with snow on a bed of burst pin-bags
Underneath the big fans
Behind the premier [?] before your eyes
Only nothing plays to span the night
Maybe I can go in the pedestrian tunnel
[?] dudes on football dicks
They give me the most shit
"Disgusting animal"
Over there in the labyrinth of neon
You can hear the voices lift through the icy air
Pooping and projectile vomiting
And the distant sound of silence
Dead dog in an alleyway
Dreaming of corn in the moment just before
I awake to a savage kicking
Blows rain down upon me through the blackness
Of my sleeping bag
Help me, help me, please, help me
Won't you please help me? Anyone?
The city melts away
Into a crisp new day
I am still here
Drifting off in the glowing Nando's
You can hear the families chuckle with each swing of the door
Music, tinkling cutlery
And the laughter of the little ones
Over there in the labyrinth of neon
You can hear the voices lift through the icy air
Pooping and projectile vomiting
And the distant sound of silence
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