Murder By Death King Of The Gutters Prince Of The Dogs
I traveled so long
Traveled so long
Till I was cold
Cold as stone
My whiskers are grey
They reach to the ground
My bird's bones
make a hollow sound
I been lost somewhere
in the fabric of a world that's goin' threadbare
I been hunted maligned
Since before your time
I been stoned
i been thrown
To the wolves
to the wolves
I been starved down
To skin and bone
I been lost somewhere
in the fabric of a world that's goin'threadbare
I been down in the gutters without a care
Throw me a bone, feed me a line
Pour a hard drink for harder times
I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs.
One or the other, a ship lost in the fog
No pupilst to see
Our eyes to the ground
our feet pound loud
But there's no one around
The shout of the night
The room fills with light
The sky makes a deafening sound
Throw me a bone, feed me a line
Pour a hard drink for harder times
I'm the king of the gutters the prince of the dogs
one or the other a ship lost in the fog
Nothing can touch me
Nothing can touch me
No force
No sound
Nothing can touch me
nothing can touch me
No force
No sound
i'm the kind of the gutters, the prince of the dogs
Im the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs
im the king of the gutters the prince of the dogs.
