Pull Like a Dog

Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather

"Write", she said, and she never wrote

So pull like a dog

Rowin' and rowin' and rowin'

Hows God's little soldier doin'?

Shoot from the hip

Don't hide your cuts and tricks (on the fuckin' trip)

Give it now

Always being told to go placidly among the noise

And always with a lick of patience

And she never wrote

Rowin' and rowin' and rowin'

Dark nights but the spirits glowing

All the hearsay carves so deep

So red is the beggars hand

Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather

"Write", she said, and she never wrote

Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather

"Write", she said, and she never wrote

Pull like a dog

All the hearsay carves so deep

Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather

"Write", she said, and she never wrote

Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather

"Write", she said, and she never wrote

Pull like a dog

Always being told to go placidly among the noise with a lick of patience

Always being told to go placidly among the noise with a lick of patience