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