The Golden Dogs Yeah

I’ve hit the hard times, I’m off the course
The winds of change... are blowing with brute force
The load is getting heavy, back is gonna break
Starting to believe it’s more than I could take
All of my decisions end up a mistake
No long term plans in my hands

Throwing my whole life on tape
With everything I wanna say
Listen up, My epitaph is screaming out
Yeah!

You gotta watch out, it’ll tear you down
Find your weakest link and pull it, pull it out
Get inside your head and find your hidden lies
Twist you til your dripping, hang you out to dry
A pen without the ink, a storm without the eye
there’s no way out, no way out

Throwing my whole life on tape
With everything I wanna say
Listen up, my epitaph is screaming out
Yeah!

This is the last chance to put it down
To get it all just right to get that... to get that sound
High, high above the doubt
Loud, louder than the worry
Deep, into all the places no ones ever been