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Dogs
Pink Floyd

Dm9  Bb  Am9(sus4)  Bb7 
 
    Dm9 
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need 
      Bb 
Gotta sleep on your toes and when you?re on the street 
 
You gotta be able to pick out the 
                         Am9(sus4) 
easy meat with your eyes closed 
 
Then moving in silently downwind and out of sight 
Bb7 
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking 
     Dm9 
And after a while you can work on points of style 
         Bb 
Like the club tie and the firm handshake 
 
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile 
    Am9(sus4) 
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to 
        Bb7 
So that when they turn their backs on you 
 
You?ll get the chance to put the knife in 
Dm9  Bb  Am9(sus4)  Bb7 
[Guitar solo] 
 
       Dm9 
You?ve gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder 
              Bb 
You know it?s gonna get harder, 
harder and harder as you get older 
    Am9(sus4) 
And in the end you?ll pack up and fly down south, 
hide your head in the sand 
Bb7                                                 Dm9 
Just another sad old man, all alone and dying of cancer 
 
Bb  Am9(sus4)  Bb7  Dm 
 
C  Dm  C  Dm  Bb  F  Eb  F  Eb  Dm  Dm9  C7  Dm  A  F  Em 
[Half tempo] 
Dm  C  Dm  C ...   Bb  C  Bb  C  Bb  C  Bb  C 
[Guitar solo ad lib] 
 
Dm  C  Dm  C  Dm  C  Bb  C  Bb  C  Dm  A  F  Em 
 
Dm       C               Dm  C  Dm          C     Dm   C  Dm  C 
And when you lose control  you?ll reap the harvest you have sown 
Dm     C              Dm  C  Dm                          Bb    A 
And as the fear grows     the bad blood slows and turns to stone 
Dm           C 
And it?s too late to lose the weight 
Dm          C                 Dm  C  Dm 
you used to need to throw around 
C         Bb   C            Bb  C          Dm   A 
So have a good drown as you go down all alone 
        F    A      Dm 
Dragged down by the 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(sus4) 
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise 
   Bb7 
If 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 
     Bb 
That everyone?s expendable and noone has a real friend 
       Am9(sus4) 
And it seems to you the thing to do 
would be to isolate the winner 
    Bb7 
And everything?s done under the sun 
 
And you believe at heart everyone?s a killer 
 
Dm  C  Dm  C  Dm  C  Dm  Bb  F  E  F  E  Dm 
[Half tempo] 
 
        F         C             Dm 
Who was born in a house full of pain 
C       F              C           Dm 
Who was trained not to spit in the fan 
C       F            C         Dm7 
Who was told what to do by the man 
C       F         C             Dm 
Who was broken by trained personnel 
C       F           C          Dm7 
Who was fitted with collar and chain 
C       F       C            Dm 
Who was given a pat on back 
C       F         C            Dm 
Who was breaking away from the pack 
C       F            C     Dm 
Who was only a stranger at home 
C       F      C           Dm 
Who was ground down in the end 
C       F     C           Dm 
Who was found dead on the phone 
C       F       C           Bb   A 
Who was dragged down by the stone 
                F    A7     Dm9 
Who was dragged down by the stone

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