King of the Gutters, Prince of the Dogs (Good Morning, Magpie 2010)

Текст песни Murder by Death - King of the Gutters, Prince of the Dogs (Good Morning, Magpie 2010)

I traveled so long, traveled so long
Till I was cold, cold as stone
My whiskers are grey, they reach to the ground
My bird's bones make a hollow sound

I been lost somewhere
In the fabric of a world that's goin' threadbare
I been down in the gutters without a care

I been hunted, maligned since before your time
I've been stoned, I've been thrown
To the wolves, to the wolves
I been starved down to skin and bone

I been lost somewhere
In the fabric of a world that's goin' threadbare
I've been down in the gutters without a care

Throw me a bone, feed me a line
Pour a hard drink for harder times
I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs
One or the other, a ship lost in the fog

No pupils to see, ours eyes to the ground
Our feet pound loud, but there's no one around
The shout of the night, the room fills with light
The sky makes a deafening sound
Throw me a bone, feed me a line
Pour a hard drink for harder times
I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs
One or the other, a ship lost in the fog

Nothing can touch me, nothing can touch me
No force, no sound
Nothing can touch me, nothing can touch me
No force, no sound

I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs
I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs
I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs