Disclaimer: I don't own the Dogs – I'm just playing with them.
The hook
Orange
It was the danger, I suppose. That, and the fact that going undercover was the coolest thing you could do, from the point of view of a young-gun cop. Actually pretending to be a criminal, getting right in with a major gang – sounded too fuckin' good to be true. And it was fun, once you got over the nerves, and the fact that you were surrounded by guys who'd kill cops just 'cause they felt like it. It gave me the biggest adrenaline hit ever, setting off for that job. Too bad it didn't last. Too fuckin' bad I'm dying.
The line
Orange
I have to admit, when Holdaway handed me that paper, I didn't think I'd ever be able to learn the fuckin' thing, let alone make it convincing enough to fool a bunch of hard-bitten criminals. But here I am, sitting in a bar with a couple of motherfuckers who'd shoot me as soon as look at me if they knew who I really am, and I'm enjoying myself. The lines just keep coming, and I don't even need to think - I was there, I did do that, that was me. I've got them, I can tell. And it's good.
Sinking
Orange
It's like I'm at the bottom of a well, looking up at you so far away from me. I'm sinking, falling into darkness, falling into the cold, black emptiness that chills my heart and freezes my bones. But I can feel your arms around me, hear your voice, and you're pulling me back, back into the light, and I smile. I know you're worried for me – hell, I'm worried too- but I also know that I'm betraying you, that I'm lying, that even if I do make it, I've got to face seeing you behind bars. It's not worth it.