The Dog Song

LRC by lzh from jiangxi pingxiang

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I found a shelter and garden

on the corner of Fountain and Vine

It's made for gamblers who lose

a place for brave men to whine

Every so often there's trouble

somebody could lose a life

I just sit on the back porch

and eat apples with my knife

Isabella comes to visit

she can talk all day and night

Cursing the republican government

I can't say if she's wrong or right

I said I admired her hatred

I'm not one to take sides

She kissed me and tried to persuade me

so I had no choice I had to lie

In the morning she left me a letter

I couldn't make out a single word

I'm sure it was something outrageous

about her trying to save the world

It was then that I got so depressed

in this world I make no difference

I just hang out with thieves

spitting apple seeds at the fence

So I picked up the LA Times

and read to page 22

It was there that I found my purpose

to help dogs from being abused

I began to tell all my friends

about these dogs in need

I said “Did you know in some parts of China

all the dogs have fleas?”

They said I was crazy

laughed and shook their heads

Said maybe I would have found Jesus

in another girl's bed

But I was off to the white house

with 6 greyhounds and a sign

Practiced my speech to the president

I memorized every line

After a few days I made friends

to help me with my cause

We even made the local news

chanting Lets save the dogs!

It brought a tear to my eye

they understood what I had to say

And just like Isabella

I was talking all night and day

I was talking at the racetrack

I was talking on the radio

I was talking at the cathedral

and at the pound with my megaphone

And then one sunny morning

preaching at the dog parade

I had a crowd of 2000

hanging on every word I'd say

I swore I'd see them through

We'd fight until the end

When a bulldog barked right at me

and tore up my left hand

As the ran down my arm

from my elbow to the floor

I knew I'd lose my temper

I couldn't take anymore

I screamed That's it I give up!

These dogs don't give a damn!

They all called me a traitor

said Go back to from where you came!

So that's just what I did

and they welcomed me with open arms

And the freshest basket of apples

straight from Cortez farms

I told Isabella my story

I thought she'd understand

But she called me a failure

and knocked the fruit from my hands

I guess maybe she was right

I was just a phony from the start

But these apples never tasted sweeter

and I know who my real friends are