Black Dog
He's an old
fashioned type of guy
The kind of guy who doesn't really belong
in this day and age.
The black dog follows, with teeth bared.
It
was all planned out from the beginning
It was all to get rid of
him.
He led you like a lamb to slaughter.
It was a setup, his
partner pulled the trigger.
But it couldn't kill the black
dog.
He couldn't play the game like everybody else.
This
time, the dog pulled off the shot first.
As he died, he asked for
a cigarette.
I guess he didn't quit smoking after all.
