Dogs, Pink Floyd (acordes)

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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

Dm9  Bb  Am9[sus4]  Bb7

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

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

Dm  C  Dm  C ...   Bb  C  Bb  C  Bb  C  Bb  C

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


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

Dm  C  Dm  C  Dm  C  Dm  Bb  F  E  F  E  Dm

        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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