Dogcatcher Lyrics

My window's full of bricks

That spoil sun and sound

My face pressed against the glass

See the dogcatcher walk the grounds



Run boy, run boy

Get lost before you're found

I can't eat another sirloin or chuck

They bring home from the pound



He lives on

Dotted lines drawn softly on your skin

Blood clean from her hands

Breast in the sink

Timing meat so red it still barks



Some nights I plan my escape

To islands

With fourteen hour days

To islands hidden in some whitish haze

Beaches home to dead-end strays



My window's full of bricks

That spoil sun and sound

My face pressed against the glass

I see dogcatchers all around

I see dogcatchers all around

I see dogcatchers all around



Run boy, run boy

Get lost before you're found

I cannot eat another friend or foe

They'll cut you at the pound

They'll cut you at the pound

They'll cut you at the pound