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The Slackers – Old Dog.

I’m just an old dog, laid to rest here in my bed
Licking my wounds master’s shot me in the head

If I could have one more time

To howl at the moon, chase bitches in heat,
have the world at my feet, I would do anything
Lalala, lalala

As I lay here dyig, I drink whisky from dish
I think of yesterdays and hope and cry and wish
I wish my master had the heart not to shoot his old dog
but I have no hair left and I’m pink like a hog

If I could have one more time

To howl at the moon, chase bitches in heat,
have the world at my feet, I would do anything
Lalala, lalala

As I lay here dying, sleep fills my eyes
I hear my master pull his gun and then he shoots me twice
As I fade to black, I think about my youth
When I was young and the whole world was new.

If I could have one more time

To howl at the moon, chase bitches in heat,
have the world at my feet, I would do anything
Lalala, lalala