Puppy Dogs and Flower Beds......

This is a song that a friend and I collaborated on a couple years ago. Both of us were in the depths of a world in which no one should have to witness.

And I've released the hounds of hell.
Now the control is all theirs.
And I've released the dogs of doom,
As I just sit in my room.

And I've just let myself go.
Just go to the dogs.
So just let this one be,
Cause maybe you're wrong.
And maybe I'm right.
Maybe we'll just get it right,
Tonight.
Until then my leash is tight.
And your skin is bare.
The blood is dry.

And I've released the hounds of hell.
Now the control is all theirs.
And I've released the dogs of doom,
As I just sit in my room.

No couch or a bed
Not even a pillow under my head,
But I've still got my best friend.
Now even the hounds are dead,
So it's okay to rest my head.
Cause the dogs, the hounds; they're dead.
The dogs and the hounds are dead.
I killed them all away,
But I still can't rest my head.
But they can't eat me anymore.
No more blood to shed.
I can't eat me anymore.
No more days to dread.
I can't defeat me anymore.
Put your lies beneath our flower bed.

I could exit any door,
But they won't open anymore.
Now I can rest my head,
Underneath our flower bed.
Now I can rest my wicked head,
Underneath our flower bed.

I no longer feel this dread,
Underneath our flower bed.

Now I don't feel so dead.
Underneath our flower bed.

Author's Note

JG and BJ, 2008

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I knew this was a song instantly and then saw that it was.........I would love to hear this one put to music. Enjoyed this .............