Dogs

Now an old black Mariah comes to take me away
Outside that cold sunlight crack scars in the day
The dogs are a barking and chasing their tails
And an old man sings of better days
An old man sings of better days

The cane beak open row upon row
The iceman come a knocking and then he goes
The dogs are a barking smelling the blood
And the whistle blows for the land of Nod
And a whistle blows for lands of Nod

On the potters field I lay her to rest
And I told her the story of the rope and the neck
The dogs lay silent and full in their beds
This is a song for you who’s not dead
This is a song for the ones who’s not dead

Arms

A thousand years

Born to lose

Dogs

Four

Idle hands

Fever

Roadtrain song

Bad

Birth

Ship of tears

The waltz

Mr Evangelist

Girls on film

Words

Rocket to the moon