Pink Floyd - Dogs (Gilmour, Waters) 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 Am9(sus4) You gotta be able to pick out the 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 Dm C Dm C Dm And it's too late to lose the weight 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
