Dogs Pink Floyd
Pink Floyd - Dogs (Gilmour, Waters)
[Dm9] [Bb] [Am9(sus4)] [Bb7]
You [Dm9]gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
Gotta [Bb]sleep on your toes and when you're on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes [Am9(sus4)]closed
Then moving in silently downwind and out of sight
[Bb7]You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking
And a[Dm9]fter a while you can work on points of style
Like the [Bb]club tie and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You [Am9(sus4)]have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that [Bb7]when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
[Dm9](Guit[Bb]ar s[Am9(sus4)]olo)[Bb7]
You've [Dm9]gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's [Bb]gonna get harder, harder and harder as you get older
And [Am9(sus4)]in the end you'll pack up and fly down south, hide your head in the sand
[Bb7]Just another sad old man, all alone and dying of can[Dm9]cer
[Bb] [Am9(sus4)] [Bb7] [Dm]
[C](Ha[Dm]lf t[C]emp[Dm]o)[Bb] [F] [Eb] [F] [Eb] [Dm] [Dm9] [C7] [Dm] [A] [F] [Em]
Dm C Dm C ... Bb C Bb C Bb C Bb C
(Guitar solo ad lib)
[Dm] [C] [Dm] [C] [Dm] [C] [Bb] [C] [Bb] [C] [Dm] [A] [F] [Em]
[Dm]And when [C]you lose control[Dm] [C] [Dm]you'll reap [C]the harvest you have [Dm]sown[C] [Dm] [C]
[Dm]And as [C]the fear grows [Dm] [C] [Dm]the bad blood slows and turns to sto[Bb]ne[A]
[Dm]And it's too [C]late to lose the weight [Dm]you used to [C]need to throw arou[Dm]nd[C] [Dm]
[C]So have a [Bb]good [C]drown as you [Bb]go d[C]own all alo[Dm]ne[A]
Dragged [F]down [A]by the [Dm]stone
[Bb7](Tempo I)
[Dm9]Gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
[Bb]Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
[Am9(sus4)]Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
If [Bb7]I don't stand my own ground how can I find my way out of the maze
[Dm9]Deaf, dumb and blind you just keep on pretending
That [Bb]everyone's expendable and noone has a real friend
And it [Am9(sus4)]seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And [Bb7]everything's done under the sun
And you believe at heart everyone's a killer
[Dm](Hal[C]f t[Dm]empo[C])[Dm] [C] [Dm] [Bb] [F] [E] [F] [E] [Dm]
Who was [F]born in a [C]house full of [Dm]pain
[C]Who was [F]trained not to [C]spit in the [Dm]fan
[C]Who was [F]told what to [C]do by the [Dm7]man
[C]Who was [F]broken by [C]trained person[Dm]nel
[C]Who was [F]fitted with [C]collar and [Dm7]chain
[C]Who was [F]given a [C]pat on back[Dm]
[C]Who was [F]breaking a[C]way from the [Dm]pack
[C]Who was [F]only a strang[C]er at [Dm]home
[C]Who was [F]ground [C]down in the [Dm]end
[C]Who was [F]found [C]dead on the [Dm]phone
[C]Who was [F]dragged [C]down by the [Bb]stone[A]
Who was dragged [F]down [A7]by the [Dm9]stone
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