David Keenan Bark
I'll die without an issue
Economic refugee
Caught between a rumour
Caught between a headbutt and a hard place to be
Spilled into a park bench
Bank holiday Monday casualty
A pale fabrication
A mascot for emasculation
Repeat after me and bark like a little dog
You can't tell a mind by staring at a forehead
Leave me alone, I'll sleep when I'm dead, I'll sleep when I'm dead
Wretches on crutches
Sing Ave Maria
A sad face is washed
A warm bed is emptied
Wretches on crutches
Sing Ave Maria
I myself as a wretch
Put my worries to bed
A relentless scab was he
Beyond reproach, I am free, free, free
From the plastic smiles and the monotone souls
Bark
Bark
Bark
Bark like a little dog
