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Lyrics by John Heaavern,
Vocals by Cree Patterson,
Music & Guitar by Tom
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© 2021 John Heavern, Hungry Dog
Down in the streets, it's cravin' a bone,
the more that it feeds, the more it will foam:
abnormal reaction of no satisfaction
that seems so attractive 'til it's out of control.
A hungry dog is runnin' on the loose,
and it's comin'... for you... .
Locked in a cage with a hungry dog,
a kind of unnatural breed.
Not gonna' stray, it's a hungry dog,
biting a hand 'til it bleeds
Tellin' it's lies to get outta' jams
and wearin' disguises to cover it's ass.
A vicious condition that blinds inhibitions,
applied as it nibbles on the life of a lamb.
It's heart is cold and willing to dispose
of tomorrows... of man... .
Not gonna' frighten a hungry dog,
fights in the street every day.
Money is might for a hungry dog:
right's just a payment away.
Hunger is barking loud in it's head,
the sickness inside can be rapidly spread.
The dreams it is stealing can seem too appealing
and lead to a life that is rabidly led.
A hungry dog is never satisfied
and has nothing... inside... .
Never can guess with a hungry dog,
might be a curse or disease.
Deadly intentions covered in the fog,
biting the world 'til it bleeds!
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from
First Cut,
track released November 12, 2021
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