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7. Wolves (Song Of The Shepherd's Dog)
Wolves by the road and a bike wheel spinning on a pawn shop wall She’ll wring out her colored hair like a butterfly beaten in a summer rainfall And then roll on the kitchen floor of some fucker with a pocketful of foreign change The song of the shepherd’s dog, a ditch in the dark in the ear of the lamb Who’s going to try to run away Whoever got that brave Wolves in the middle of town and a chapel bell ringing through the wind-blown trees She’ll wave to the butcher’s boy with the parking lot music everybody believes And then dive like a dying bird at any dude with a dollar at the penny arcade The song of the shepherd’s dog, the waiter and the check or the rooster on a rooftop waiting for day And you know what he’s going to say Wolves at the end of the bed and a postcard hidden in her winter clothes She’ll weep in the back of a truck to the traitors only trying to find her bullet hole And then run down a canopy road to some mother and a baby with a cross to bear The song of the shepherd’s dog, a little brown flea in the bottle of oil for your wool, wild hair You'll never get him out of there
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