Like a 3-legged dog you've called in sick.
Sure there's seconds of pleasure but so many moments of pain.
And you can't snap your fingers and you don't talk so straight.
You want to be loved, but you probably can't make it anyway.

Now the ground is cold and there's no fire around.
An absence of fire and you're just cold. And I've seen this dog in my sleep.
He chases my father too, when he dreams between the sheets.
But, we all think it's time for you to quit. Take a last swig of that Cabernet.

But, I tell you my friend I won't forget you.
And the world's not clean, but they get mad when you're dirty.
If you've handled some food, you better wash up.
Like a 3-legged dog you got three feet.

You can't walk fast or fuck, but you still get in heat.
You can't wag your ears or flap your tail,
But I still see you wandering down by the wishing well.

When the ground was young and caves were cold,
You've stayed out all night and you're just too old.

Writer : DARRELL SPARKS
Copyright : Lyrics © BUG MUSIC