Day of the Dog

From the bums on the street
 To the prisoners inside
 All the losers cast out
 To the runaway child
 And the wandering slave
 Through the wilderness fog
 They're all lying in wait
 For the Day of the Dog
 I came up in the world
 With a pain in my back
 And I never could run
 With the wolves in the pack
 But I've been using my teeth
 And I've sharpened my claws
 And I'm lying in wait
 For the Day of the Dog
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 If we get in a fight
 I won't take out my gun
 And you can go home tonight
 And you can think that you've won
 But I'll see you again
 And I'll prove you dead wrong
 And the sun will be high
 On the Day of the Dog
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 It's the end of the night
 And we're greeting the dawn
 On a river of blood
 And a plague of frogs
 Ain't nobody can judge me
 Nobody but God
 And the sun will be high
 On the Day of the Dog