Strange Dingo

With neurotic fingers
And neurotic arms
I was making tangled grabs
For a strange dingo
Making tangled grabs
For a strange dingo
As he ran down a tunnel of mirrors

I am armed with a rotary philosophy
I am silent like the tune of cadavers
I am citizen kerosene
Making fire on the street
I am citizen kerosene
Making fire on the street
Asking everyone I meet, "which way he'd go?"

I pile dollars on turntables
Wandering through a civilization that's grown cold
But I caught my dingo

I caught him at a Red Robin Inn
I had him all cornered and maimed
He said he didn't have the temper for a con job like me
He said he didn't have the temper for a con job like me
I took him home

I nurse my dingo with milk from a gourd
I take him out to play on obedient days but he slipped away
But he slipped away
Down a tunnel of mirrors
He slipped away



Credits
Writer(s): Zane Mcwilliams
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