Bad Dogs - Lyrics

Album: St. Mary's Street
Written by: Mark Searcy Middleton

One came from Chicago, the other from East L.A.
Another brother over from Norfork, as I heard the big one say
"I brought seven pounds of trouble and a kilo of cocaine"
If you look hard enough you just might find the secrets of Charlemagne
Well the moon was bright, but their hearts were dark, as they plot and planned their plunder
Got women on the street, hookin’ their beat, trying to hustle up every dollar
So why do you weep, and why must you moan
Every bad dog gotta bury his bone - I said...
Bad Dogs, oooh, Bad Dogs, oooh

Nearly every night, when the evening sun goes down
The brothers get together and wash their feet, absolving the whole dam town
Bodies stacked so high, in a place they call Death Row
Guns and knives, and sinister like, tools of the devil I know
So why do you weep and why must you moan
Every bad dog gotta bury his bone - I said...
Bad Dogs, oooh, real Bad Dogs yeah, oooh

Well there's one they call ole Guido, and another named Bobby Blaze
Payin’ bad cops, makin’ their drops, is the life in their regular day
Tommy totin’ mothers, every child got his own cell phone
Doin’ their best just to pass the test, keep the Godfathers all at home
So why must you weep and why do you moan
Every bad dog gotta bury his bone - look out!
Bad Dogs, oooh, real Bad Dogs yeah, oooh