Black Dog
I got a
black dog. every morning he is sitting on my chest
I got a
black dog. every morning he is sitting on my chest
tons in
weight and the blackest black
he is
always there and he is always back
the devil
send him, he is straight out of hell
the devil
send him, he is straight out of hell
he killed
my dreams, he robbed my soul
everything is grey now and the sun is cold
sometimes
the devil himself whispers in my ear
is it
worth all that, son? what are you doing here?
he has a
gun, he has a rope and he laughs at me
I want to
shoot him down, this ghost in me
dead on
the rails, strangled in a tree
crushed
under a bridge, drowned in the sea
black
dogs running, looking for souls
for the
devil (himself), for the unholy ghost
the dogs
name is sorrow, his name is fear
his name
is hopeless, his name is pain
he never
barks, he never howls
he is
always there, no chance to run