Bring Me Back A Dog

From the fall I hold the word conviction

And the thrill to the swell is in your golden touch

But the flesh is weak and without reason

So I slave to your beat and soul for all time



God give a little love

Bring me back a dog in the next life

God give a little love

Wanna be a dog in the next life



When you strike with soul and quick precision

I'm snagged by a nervous twitch and cold desire

And they say the wretched get their kingdom

Breathe on, it's my time

Let's go, we all die



God give a little love

Bring me back a dog in the next life

God give a little love

Wanna be a dog in the next life



The trouble is me, you (you)

The trouble is me, you (you)

Oh, The trouble is me, you (you)

The trouble is me, you (you)



God give a little love

Bring me back a dog in the next life

God give a little love

Wanna be a dog in the next life