Dog Eats Dog
Here's a hint of gold
Stuck into a tooth
Pardon me, Monsieur
You won't be needing it no more!
Shouldn't be too hard to sell
Add it to the pile
Add it to the stock
Here among the sewer rats
A breath away from hell
You get accustomed to the smell
Well, someone's got to clean them up, my friends!
Bodies on the highway
Law and order upside down
Someone's got to collect their odds and ends
As a service to the town
Here's a tasty ring!
Pretty little thing!
Wouldn't want to waste it,
That would really be a crime!
Thank you sir, I'm in your debt!
Here's a little toy!
Take it off the boy!
His heart's no longer going
And he's lived his little time
But his watch is ticking yet!
Well someone's got to clean them up, my friends
Before the little harvest
Disappears into the mud
Someone's got to collect their odds and ends
When the gutters run with blood
It's a world
Where the dogs eat the dogs
Where they kill
For the bones in the street
And God, in his heaven,
He don't interfere
Cause he's dead,
As the stiffs at me feet
I raise my eyes to see the heavens
And only the moon
Looks down
The harvest moon shines down!
Stuck into a tooth
Pardon me, Monsieur
You won't be needing it no more!
Shouldn't be too hard to sell
Add it to the pile
Add it to the stock
Here among the sewer rats
A breath away from hell
You get accustomed to the smell
Well, someone's got to clean them up, my friends!
Bodies on the highway
Law and order upside down
Someone's got to collect their odds and ends
As a service to the town
Here's a tasty ring!
Pretty little thing!
Wouldn't want to waste it,
That would really be a crime!
Thank you sir, I'm in your debt!
Here's a little toy!
Take it off the boy!
His heart's no longer going
And he's lived his little time
But his watch is ticking yet!
Well someone's got to clean them up, my friends
Before the little harvest
Disappears into the mud
Someone's got to collect their odds and ends
When the gutters run with blood
It's a world
Where the dogs eat the dogs
Where they kill
For the bones in the street
And God, in his heaven,
He don't interfere
Cause he's dead,
As the stiffs at me feet
I raise my eyes to see the heavens
And only the moon
Looks down
The harvest moon shines down!
Credits
Writer(s): Herbert Kretzmer, Claude-michel Schonberg, Alain Albert Boublil
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