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Dogs - Pink Floyd

Dogs

Pink Floyd


Lyrics:
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

And after a while, you can work on points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you
get older.
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.

And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw
around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this
maze?

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

Who was born in a house full of pain.
Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
Who was told what to do by the man.
Who was broken by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
Who was given a pat on the back.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.
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Letra:
Tienes que estar loco, debes tener una necesidad real.
Tienes que dormir sobre los dedos de los pies, y cuando estás en la calle,
Tienes ser capaz de elegir la carne fácil con los ojos cerrados.
Y luego en el silencio, el viento y fuera de la vista,
Tienes que iniciar la huelga en el momento correcto, sin pensarlo.

Y después de un tiempo, puedes trabajar para ganar puntos de estilo.
Al igual que el club de ricachones, y el firme apretón de manos,
Una cierta mirada en los ojos y una sonrisa fácil.
Las personas a las que mientes deben confiar en ti,
De manera que cuando te vuelvan la espalda,
Obtendrás la oportunidad de clavarles el cuchillo.

Tienes que mantener un ojo mirando por encima de tu hombro.
Tú sabes que se va a poner más y más difícil, y más difícil a medida que te haces viejo.
Y al final empacas y vuelas al sur,
Esconde tu cabeza en la arena,
Simplemente otro triste viejo,
Solo y muriendo de cáncer.

Y cuando pierdes el control, recoges la cosecha que has sembrado.
Y como el miedo crece, la mala sangre disminuye y se convierte en piedra.
Y es demasiado tarde para perder el peso que debes utilizar para lanzar alrededor.
Por lo tanto, ten una buena ahogada, como vas hacia abajo, solo,
Arrastrado por la piedra.

Tengo que admitir que estoy un poco confundido.
A veces me parece como si me solo estuviera siendo utilizado.
Tengo que estar despierto, tengo que tratar de librarme de este progresivo malestar.
Si no estoy con los pies en el suelo, ¿cómo puedo encontrar mi manera de salir de este laberinto?

Sordos, mudos, ciegos, solo sigues fingiendo
Que todos son reemplazables y nadie tiene un verdadero amigo.
Y parece que lo que hay que hacer sería aislar al ganador
Y todo lo hace bajo el sol,
Y crees que en el fondo, todo el mundo es un asesino.

¿Quien nació en una casa llena de dolor?
¿Quien fue entrenado para no escupir en el ventilador?
¿Quién se le dijo qué hacer por el hombre?
¿Quién fue roto por personal capacitado?
¿Quién fue equipado con collar y cadena?
¿Quién se dio una palmadita en la espalda?
¿Quién se estaba separando de la manada?
¿Quién era sólo un extraño en casa?
¿Quién fue terreno al final?
¿Quién fue encontrado muerto en el teléfono?
¿Quién fue arrastrado por la piedra?

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