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.