Henry Bowers - All Out Of Dogfood | Текст песни

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sometimes it feels like I´m all out of dogfood
and could use someone to talk to
but instead I look myself in a dark room
I´m raging I´m disastrous behaving like an activist
trying to figure out what the big difference between the cradle and the casket is
and maby then after this I could leave at least half of these fantasies
put my feet on the ground and stop but for now
I find myself standing on a mountain top
with my mind on the wise one and my eyes on the horizon
wondering what lies on the other side of that thin line
I´ve been trying to tell myself that in time I vill know
but somehow I don´t belive that though
‘cause I´m all out of dogfood and could use someone to talk to
so where the fuck are you? show me some real calrity
they say that I should get in touch with reality
so I agreed to date her
even though I truly hate her
I´ve heard she´s a true booty shaker and I am new in town
so where do I take her? that whole evening was a boring drama
get me the movie maker and tell him that I see trough
his quasi phlosophical and he needs to
shape up or it will lead to a pretty stinking review
I guess my message to the world is be strong but dream on
if you think you´re gonna hear something else
than the same old theme song
‘cause those in charge are too afraid that it would sound wack
I´m sick of life and it´s jiggy soundtrack ‘cause personally
I do agree with the Chuck D truly
I shouldn´t’ have to move the music
it should move me
that´s how I define groovy
and they would probably say that you´d look a bit stupid
if you shook your hip to it but what do they now?
all they got is their good looks and hit music and hookin’ chicks to it
seems to be their only goal
I´m just a sad andlonly soul
and I´m all out of dogfood and could use someone to talk to
tell me does this start to make sense or have I lost you?
well I loose myself from day to day and I guess it´s safe to say
that the man in the mirror laughed all in my face today
he degradingly called me a backpacker but I told his as back
that my backpack is full of gold and ice
of course I told him lies and guess he´ll figure it out when he´s
old and wise but for now I take my chance and roll the dice
I´m one of the sober guys who have put up with way to many shoulder cries
wondering when it´s my time to weep
when can I finally sleep? I´ve been awake for way to long
and written far to many songs
I´ve written hymns of pure sadness
And poetry that could cure madness
or drive a healthy man insane
it all depends on how you look at it
I shook planets with my baby cries
and I can see the sonic waves with my naked eye
but does that make me strong or weak
I just keep wondering when someone will write a song for me
sometimes I think the ought to
cause life is truly a bitch
and I´m all out of dogfood and could use someone to talk too
and it´s hard to argue with those who criticize
our morals and our standards but behind our city lives
we sit and hide from our bad conscience and when it arrives
we really try to justify our shitty life with pretty lies
we say that we´re so eager to take actions these days
we can bomb a whole nation in the name of stopping terror
but we can´t even say thank you to the little children making our tennis shoes
and quite many tend to wiew
this as fucked up and I´m prepared to agree but what can Henry do?
little by little I´m beginning to consider this riddle
a little bit to complicated for a kid in the middle
of this shitty an bitter ass world
especailly when life is a bitch and you´re all out of dogfood
and could use someone to talk to

when life is a bitch and you´re all out of dogfood
and could use someone to talk to


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