Letras:
Old Blind Dogs

sides of old blind horses' hides We had four million barrels of bone We had five million hogs, six million dogs Seven million barrels of porter We had eight million bails of old

they found an old seesaw And as they got on, the season of dark had gone . . . Dream with the nomads of light Their dogs and their gods are all blind

get harder, and harder and harder as you get older. And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south, hide your head in the sand, just another sad old

old bread in kerosene He was blue as a robin's egg brown as a hog Stayin' out of circulation till the dogs get tire Stayin' out of circulation till the dogs

ll go waltzing Mathilda with me And it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace, And a wound that will never heal No prima donna, the perfume is on an Old

ll go waltzing Matilda with me And it's a battered old suitcase in a hotel someplace And a wound that would never heal No prima donnas the perfume is on and old

Put a tunnel through your coupe, slump your baby mother too All's fear and warfare, that got my team in the crosshairs The gleem left them blind, it seems

: (feat. Shaka Loc) [Shaka Loc] Blinded, by the way of the Locs, the haters hold to Extinguish the flames, and blow the roof off with smoke Whether

it ev'rywhere Rags, bones and old city songs Hear them, how they talk to me The organ grinder and his monkey Still walkin' the same old beat The shoe