Lirieke:
The Blue Dogs Dark Hollow

I'd rather be in some dark hollow Where the sun don't never shine Than to be in some big city In a small room with you on my mind So blow your whistle

lived it up From the rawest to the raw, to the slug through your door They missed you but pressed your bitch in a hollow tip bra There's science to

keep in a jar safe from the wind in the trees down in the valley of hollow logs two lovers lay back in the weeds listening to the howl of hunting dogs

powermongers. Like pathetic circus dogs we hunt out praise Or, when our true nature finds its way to the surface We hide in the darkness, our tails between

I pops off somethin' While these hot dogs stuntin' I'm just playin' my part Back streets fuck the frontin' I like to stay in the dark I pack heat that

rain clouds Saturday flies by Sunday comes shining From a blue blue sky The bright lights are calling me The bright lights are calling me When the world is dark

the holes, spit out blue fire My heart turns cold, never stay true to liars Imprint marks in your robe, I see black smoke Dark clouds, I talk to ghosts

clouds Saturday flies by Sunday comes shining From a blue blue sky The bright lights are calling me The bright lights are calling me When the world is dark