Lyrics

Are Dogs Holing Up To Die (Laraigné)

The day I left, you were not very old.
The wind did bite and penetrate my soul.
The day I left to the unknown, no one could hear my humble howls.
The day I left, my heart was pretty cold.

I wandered over the trail of negligence.
To the one who stares I’d bark my resentment.
Missing you as a punishment, introspective was my existence,
I am no soldier of the « Dharma Bums » detachment.

Is it true what they say son?
Are dogs holing up to die?
Is it coming my way son?

The day I went, I was already old.
The wind was blowing mud over my bones.
The day I went to the unknown, no flowers were left on my vault.
The day I went, my heart was deadly cold.

Is it true what they say son?
Are dogs holing up to die?
I couldn’t go off that way son.