Besedila: Dogs. Tall Stories From Under The Table. By The River.

By the river through cobwebbed crannies we crawl
Up against them all
Under bridges and over graffitied walls
We sin and fall
All our craving our midnight ravings our love affairs
Were born right there
I swear
I dont know how it started
Or if it's ever gonna end
But ever since we parted
I've had a feeling that is
Strange

From the dirty old dealer in his bivouac
To the meadow by the river off the beaten trac
With a pocket full of poisen
We wont forget this one
To the bloody stained floors of the local casualty
With television eyes and a loss of dignity
To the boys in blue
What we gonna do
I dont
I dont know how it started
Or if its ever gonna end
But ever since we parted
I've ahad a feeling that is
Strange, strange

We grew up with this every day
But the smiley faces helped us out, in a way
We got broken bones, sick on the floor
A bloke who thinks he's a matador in the way
In our way
We got silhouetted, caught light headed in the field
Where we lay
And i hope your better mate coz i can't stop getting afraid
If you ok
We were by the river we've got cold steel legs and
shivering heads
At the thought of how we're coming down
We're getting out of this town
I dont
I dont kniow how it started
Or if it's ever gonna end
But ever since we parted
I've had a feeling that is
Strange, strange

(Thanks to FM for these lyrics)