Dogs

Written by：Peter Gill/Philip John Campbell/Michael Burston/Lemmy Kilmister Ian Kilminster)

It's go down

Here we are in confusion

Could be it's all an illusion

Who knows the times to come

The years to face the race to run

We believe in the graven image

We believe in the fight to the finish

We desire the almighty dollar

The pound of flesh the golden collar

Lick the hand we leave our land for dog dog dog

Go it's baby

Here we are in the years

The blood the sweat and the tears

Have made us bondage slaves

In a world that we never made

Politicians lick your bones

Tacticians hearts of stone

They turn us against our brothers

They make us fight and kill each other

Locked in lust we put our trust in dogs

Wo

Oh yeah

Na na

Now here we are again

The dead still look the same

Who cares they're soon forgotten

Nobody gonna miss a corpse that's rotten

Fathers daughters brothers and sons

Have been taken by the chosen ones

Don't forget you made your choice

You made your mark you raised your voice

They're all the same and you're all to blame

They're all the same and you're all to blame

They're all the same and you're all to blame

You're dog dog dog

Dogs babe

Wowo