Kilgore Trout - Seventh Dog | Текст песни

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Shalmaneser since his accident is changed
And when he speaks it's like a message from the other side
You can't talk to him
He's sweating dogs
He's bone dry

I was pulling fillings out with my bare hands like a madman
I showed my sucking side
What you'd call lies
What you'd call real life

Along these freezing streets those winter woolies bleat
And is it cold enough for me? I say
I am the seventh child of the seventh dog who owned this place

It's the place where you're as welcome as you feel
What you'd call home
Where the basket cases go, and I know
They put a snail in your brain
You won't be unhappy again

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