Dogs
Pink FloydVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
Gotta sleep on your toes and when you're on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
Then moving in silently downwind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking
And after a while you can work on points of style
Like the club tie and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You've gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's gonna get harder, harder and harder as you get older
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south, hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man, all alone and dying of cancer
lf tempo]
tar solo ad lib]
And when you lose control you'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown as you go down all alone
Dragged down by the stone
Gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground how can I find my way out of the maze
Deaf, dumb and blind you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and noone has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun
And you believe at heart everyone's a killer
f tempo]
Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone
Who was dragged down by the stone
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Readable chord sheet for Dogs by Pink Floyd
[Dm9] [Bb] [Am9] [Bb7] You [Dm9]gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need Gotta [Bb]sleep on your toes and when you're on the street You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes [Am9]closed Then moving in silently downwind and out of sight [Bb7]You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking And a[Dm9]fter a while you can work on points of style Like the [Bb]club tie and the firm handshake A certain look in the eye and an easy smile You [Am9]have to be trusted by the people that you lie to So that [Bb7]when they turn their backs on you You'll get the chance to put the knife in [Dm9] [Bb] [Am9] [Bb7] You've [Dm9]gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder You know it's [Bb]gonna get harder, harder and harder as you get older And [Am9]in the end you'll pack up and fly down south, hide your head in the sand [Bb7]Just another sad old man, all alone and dying of can[Dm9]cer [Bb] [Am9] [Bb7] [Dm] [C][Ha[Dm]lf t[C]emp[Dm]o] [Bb] [F] [Eb] [F] [Eb] [Dm] [Dm9] [C7] [Dm] [A] [F] [Em] [Dm][Gui[C]tar[Dm] sol[C]o ad lib[Bb]] [C] [Bb] [C] [Bb] [C] [Bb] [C] [Dm] [C] [Dm] [C] [Dm] [C] [Bb] [C] [Bb] [C] [Dm] [A] [F] [Em] [Dm]And when [C]you lose control[Dm] [C] [Dm]you'll reap [C]the harvest you have [Dm]sown [C] [Dm] [C] [Dm]And as [C]the fear grows [Dm] [C] [Dm]the bad blood slows and turns to sto[Bb]ne [A] [Dm]And it's too [C]late to lose the weight [Dm]you used to [C]need to throw arou[Dm]nd [C] [Dm] [C]So have a [Bb]good [C]drown as you [Bb]go d[C]own all alo[Dm]ne [A] Dragged [F]down [A]by the [Dm]stone [Bb7][Tempo I] [Dm9]Gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused [Bb]Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used [Am9]Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise If [Bb7]I don't stand my own ground how can I find my way out of the maze [Dm9]Deaf, dumb and blind you just keep on pretending That [Bb]everyone's expendable and noone has a real friend And it [Am9]seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner And [Bb7]everything's done under the sun And you believe at heart everyone's a killer [Dm][Hal[C]f t[Dm]empo[C]] [Dm] [C] [Dm] [Bb] [F] [E] [F] [E] [Dm] Who was [F]born in a [C]house full of [Dm]pain [C]Who was [F]trained not to [C]spit in the [Dm]fan [C]Who was [F]told what to [C]do by the [Dm7]man [C]Who was [F]broken by [C]trained person[Dm]nel [C]Who was [F]fitted with [C]collar and [Dm7]chain [C]Who was [F]given a [C]pat on back [Dm] [C]Who was [F]breaking a[C]way from the [Dm]pack [C]Who was [F]only a strang[C]er at [Dm]home [C]Who was [F]ground [C]down in the [Dm]end [C]Who was [F]found [C]dead on the [Dm]phone [C]Who was [F]dragged [C]down by the [Bb]stone [A] Who was dragged [F]down [A7]by the [Dm9]stone