With the Dogs

Comin' down to the river
I'm gonna eat my weight in gold
What a sight to see: homemade apathy
It's gonna leave them stones unturned

Flashback to the craters
Where the good men piled high
They wanted empathy
You gave 'em charity that amounted to a dime or two

Let's start a conversation

Step out of your bubble and eat with the dogs in the yard
Share every morsel or they're gonna tear you apart
Step out of your bubble and die with us dogs in the yard
The subject was "change" and you came here all preaching the same

Comin' back to the river
I'm gonna eat my weight in gold
I've got a soul to seek, or so I'm led to believe
You gotta lay them demons down

Oh it's a sad sight to uncover
When the riptide drags you in
Somehow your sympathy smells like hypocrisy
You gotta put that mirror down

Go find a revolution

Step out of your bubble and eat with the dogs in the yard
Share every morsel or they're gonna tear you apart
Step out of your bubble and die with us dogs in the yard
The subject was "change" and you came here all preaching the same

Step out of your bubble and eat with the dogs in the yard
Share every morsel or they're gonna tear you apart
Step out of your bubble and die with us dogs in the yard
The subject was "change" and you came here all preaching the same



Credits
Writer(s): Tj Foster
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