Dog - Andy Bull, Lisa Mitchell

This old black dog is hounding me

It waits 'round the corner and hides in the trees

I feel the chill of something blown in on a breeze

In the light of a cinema screen I hide

Laughing I only feel empty inside

Crying means nothing, I’ve nothing to say

I wish I could kick this old black dog away

And the worst part is knowing my part in it all

Yeah the worst part is knowing its nothing at all

Oh if I can pull myself together I’ll try

I can’t explain the tear that sits in my eye

I try to outsmart him but somehow he knows

Wherever I am, that fucking dog goes

I’ll kill him the next time I swear I won’t fail

I’ll kick in his ribs and I’ll rip off his tail

And the worst part is thinking it’s something it’s not

Yeah the worst part is thinking it might never stop

Oh if I can pull myself together I’ll try

I can’t explain the tear that sits in my eye

And the worst part is trying to explain it to you

The worst part is knowing there’s nothing to do

Oh if I can pull myself together I’ll try

Oh but I cant explain the tear that sits in my eye

If I can pull myself together I’ll try

Oh if I can’t pull myself together I’ll die