Friendly Advice

LYRICS
Rubbing the fut the wrong way
He’ll likely run away
Lost, lonely… becoming stray
On the hand, might just bleed
The hand that feeds

And it’ll never fail
Grabbing him by the tail
Setting sail, going to wail

Kicking a dog when he’s down
Unlikely that dog will stick around
On the hand, might just bleed
The hand that feeds

Try taking his food away
Probably not the right day
He might have nothing to say
Or maybe he’ll run away
On the hand, might just bleed
The hand that feeds

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Rock
Chords: B F# / C#7 F# B; 209 BPM 4/4 Blues
Recording: original take / live digital 1-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards

From the album Canine Incisors

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