Il testo della The dog song

I found a shelter and garden,
On the corner of fountain and vine.
It's made for gamblers who lose,
A place for brave men to whine.

Every so often there's trouble,
Somebody could lose a life.
I just sit on the back porch,
And eat apples with my knife.

Isabella comes to visit,
She can talk all day and night.
Cursing the republican government,
I can't say if she's wrong or right.

I said i admired her hatred,
I'm not one to take sides.
She kissed me and tried to persuade me,
So i had no choice, i had to lie.

In the morning she left me a letter,
I couldn't make out a single word.
I'm sure it was something outrageous,
About her trying to save the world.

It was then that i got so depressed,
In this world i make no difference.
I just hang out with thieves,
Spitting apple seeds at the fence.

So i picked up the la times,
And read to page 22.
It was there that i found my purpose,
To help dogs from being abused.

I began to tell all my friends,
About these dogs in need.
I said, did you know in some parts of china,
All the dogs have fleas?

They said i was crazy,
Laughed and shook their heads.
Said maybe i would have found jesus,
In another girls bed.

But i was off to the white house,
With 6 greyhounds and a sign.
Practiced my speech to the president,
I memorized every line.

After a few days i made friends,
To help me with my cause.
We even made the local news,
Chanting, lets save the dogs!"

It brought a tear to my eye,
They understood what i had to say.
And just like isabella,
I was talking all night and day.

I was talking at the racetrack.
I was talking on the radio.
I was talking at the cathedral,
And at the pound with my megaphone

And then one sunny morning,
Preaching at the dog parade.
I had a crowd of 2,000,
Hanging on every word id say.

I swore id see them through.
Wed fight until the end.
When a bulldog barked right at me,
And tore up my left hand.

As the blood ran down my arm,
From my elbow to the floor,
I knew i'd lose my temper.
I couldn't take anymore.

I screamed, "that's it, i give up!"
"these dogs don't give a damn!"
They all called me a traitor,
Said, go back to from where you came!"

So that's just what i did,
And they welcomed me with open arms.
And the freshest basket of apples,
Straight from cortez farms.

I told isabella my story.
I thought she'd understand.
But she called me a failure,
And knocked the fruit from my hands.

I guess maybe she was right.
I was just a phony from the start.
But these apples never tasted sweeter,
And i know who my real friends are.