Talk of circles and punching out Looking in, drawing circles down Falling up the south marking ground Talking out of turn, drawing circles down
Like Pilate, I have a dog Like Pilate, I have a dog
Walks me out of town Still, one's a crowd Making angels in the dirt Looking up, looking all around
Like Pilate, I have a dog (Obeys, listens, kisses, loves) Like Pilate, I have a dog (Obeys, listens, kisses, loves)
Stunned by my own reflection It's looking back, sees me too clearly And I swore I'd never go there again Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down You down...you down...you down
Like Pilate, I have a dog (Obeys, listens, kisses, loves) Like Pilate, I have a dog (Obeys, listens, kisses, loves) Like Pilate, I have a dog (Obeys, listens, kisses, loves) Like Pilate, I have a dog