Dogs

(Dm9)  (Bb)  (Am9)(sus4)  (Bb7) 
 
    (Dm9) 
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need 
      (Bb) 
Gotta sleep on your toes and when you?re on the street 
 
You gotta be able to pick out the 
                         (Am9)(sus4) 
easy meat with your eyes closed 
 
Then moving in silently downwind and out of sight 
(Bb7) 
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking 
     (Dm9) 
And after a while you can work on points of style 
         (Bb) 
Like the club tie and the firm handshake 
 
(A) certain look in the eye and an easy smile 
    (Am9)(sus4) 
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to 
        (Bb7) 
So that when they turn their backs on you 
 
You?ll get the chance to put the knife in 
(Dm9)  (Bb)  (Am9)(sus4)  (Bb7) 
[Guitar solo] 
 
       (Dm9) 
You?ve gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder 
              (Bb) 
You know it?s gonna get harder, 
harder and harder as you get older 
    (Am9)(sus4) 
And in the end you?ll pack up and fly down south, 
hide your head in the sand 
(Bb7)                                                 (Dm9) 
Just another sad old man, all alone and dying of cancer 
 
(Bb)  (Am9)(sus4)  (Bb7)  (Dm) 
 
(C)  (Dm)  (C)  (Dm)  (Bb)  (F)  (Eb)  (F)  (Eb)  (Dm)  (Dm9)  (C7)  (Dm)  (A)  (F)  (Em) 
[Half tempo] 
(Dm)  (C)  (Dm)  (C) ...   (Bb)  (C)  (Bb)  (C)  (Bb)  (C)  (Bb)  (C) 
[Guitar solo ad lib] 
 
(Dm)  (C)  (Dm)  (C)  (Dm)  (C)  (Bb)  (C)  (Bb)  (C)  (Dm)  (A)  (F)  (Em) 
 
(Dm)       (C)               (Dm)  (C)  (Dm)          (C)     (Dm)   (C)  (Dm)  (C) 
And when you lose control  you?ll reap the harvest you have sown 
(Dm)     (C)              (Dm)  (C)  (Dm)                          (Bb)    (A) 
And as the fear grows     the bad blood slows and turns to stone 
(Dm)           (C) 
And it?s too late to lose the weight 
(Dm)          (C)                 (Dm)  (C)  (Dm) 
you used to need to throw around 
(C)         (Bb)   (C)            (Bb)  (C)          (Dm)   (A) 
So have a good drown as you go down all alone 
        (F)    (A)      (Dm) 
Dragged down by the stone 
 
(Bb7) 
[Tempo I] 
 
(Dm9) 
Gotta admit that I?m a little bit confused 
(Bb) 
Sometimes it seems to me as if I?m just being used 
(Am9)(sus4) 
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise 
   (Bb7) 
If I don?t stand my own ground how can 
I find my way out of the maze 
(Dm9) 
Deaf, dumb and blind you just keep on pretending 
     (Bb) 
That everyone?s expendable and noone has a real friend 
       (Am9)(sus4) 
And it seems to you the thing to do 
would be to isolate the winner 
    (Bb7) 
And everything?s done under the sun 
 
And you believe at heart everyone?s a killer 
 
(Dm)  (C)  (Dm)  (C)  (Dm)  (C)  (Dm)  (Bb)  (F)  (E)  (F)  (E)  (Dm) 
[Half tempo] 
 
        (F)         (C)             (Dm) 
Who was born in a house full of pain 
(C)       (F)              (C)           (Dm) 
Who was trained not to spit in the fan 
(C)       (F)            (C)         (Dm7) 
Who was told what to do by the man 
(C)       (F)         (C)             (Dm) 
Who was broken by trained personnel 
(C)       (F)           (C)          (Dm7) 
Who was fitted with collar and chain 
(C)       (F)       (C)            (Dm) 
Who was given a pat on back 
(C)       (F)         (C)            (Dm) 
Who was breaking away from the pack 
(C)       (F)            (C)     (Dm) 
Who was only a stranger at home 
(C)       (F)      (C)           (Dm) 
Who was ground down in the end 
(C)       (F)     (C)           (Dm) 
Who was found dead on the phone 
(C)       (F)       (C)           (Bb)   (A) 
Who was dragged down by the stone 
                (F)    (A7)     (Dm9) 
Who was dragged down by the stone