Call off the Dogs Songtext

von Marika Hackman

Call of the dogs
Keep your head
"I know the drill"
Is what you said

But the blind-thump
Drum beat
Froze with
Deaf heat

And the night's still young
But I feel old
And don't touch me there
Your hands were cold

From the outside
Cruel speak
Wet face
Warm cheeks

Silence my roaring veins
Exhale, inhale
It's hot in here
Fleshy-walled foundations
Oxygen thick like glue

Let's go to bed
I like you best
The teeth in your mouth
Tongue suppressed

But the blind-thump
Drum beat
Froze with
Deaf heat

But the blind-thump
Drum beat
Froze with
Deaf heat