Soundgarden - Call Me a Dog Lyrics
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Call Me a Dog
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What Are The Lyrics For Call Me a Dog By Soundgarden?
You call me a dog, well, that's fair enough
There ain't no use to pretend you're wrong When you call me out, I cant hide anymore I have no disguise you can't see through You swear it's bad luck to have fallen for me What can I do to make it good for you? You wore me out like an old winter coat Trying to be safe from the cold But when it's my time To throw the next stone I'll call you beautiful If I call at all Yeah, when you call me a dog You tell me I'm low 'cause I've slept on the floor And out in the woods with the badgers and the wolves You threw me out 'cause I went digging for gold I came home with a hand of coal But when it's my time To throw the next stone I'll call you beautiful If I call at all And when it's my time To call your bluff I'll call you beautiful or leave it alone, yeah You call me a dog That's fair enough It doesn't bother me as long as you know The bad luck will follow you If you keep me on a leash and you drag me along Drag me along Hey, hey, hey But when it's my time To throw the next stone I'll call you beautiful If I call at all And when it's my time To call your bluff I'll call you beautiful I'll leave it alone, yeah, yeah So you call me dog |
Who Wrote Call Me a Dog By Soundgarden?
Christopher J. Cornell
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What's The Duration Of The Call Me a Dog By Soundgarden?The duration of Call Me a Dog is 4:52 minutes and seconds. |
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