Songtext von Pull Like a Dog

Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather Right she said and she never wrote So pull like a dog Rowin' and rowin' and rowin' Hows God's little soldier doin'? Shoot from the hip Don't hide your cuts and tricks (or you'll fucking slip) Give her the road Always being told to go placidly among the noise And always with a lick of patience And she never wrote Rowin' and rowin' and rowin' Dark nights, but the spirit's glowing All the hearsay carves so deep So red is the beggar's hand Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather Right she said and she never wrote Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather Right she said and she never wrote Pull like a dog All the hearsay carves so deep Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather Right she said and she never wrote Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather Right she said and she never wrote Pull like a dog Always being told to go placidly among the noise With a lick of patience Always being told to go placidly among the noise And always with a lick of patience