Lyrics

Lately the smoke from the burning bushes Has the eye and the mouth tasting ashes For the price we've the haze of Olympus Ambling by the Children's Farm Imitating the river's calm Liberated, the heart, from alarm On this dog's day While it lasted the morning long Came the feeling of something wrong As you knew that it would before long A grave expectation So the hackles did raise some O it never stays under even on A dog's day You start looking for targets for your arrows A bloody sheath for your eager blade Dark clouds for the sun to shroud On this dog's day Hills become mountains, sheer cliffs beside Fickle elation meekly turns its tail, digs a hole and dies The shrill cries of battle from gamboling spawn Terriers come at a clip across the lawn The mothers' competitions, the fathers' stifled yawns In this hazy picnic season, light beer and gentle treason Why would it give rise to an anger? Could this city outdo its own languor While tumbling bodies of children figure As targets for your arrows Little marks for your seasoned eye Such a violence underlying this dog's day Why don't you dispense with your secrets Give your rambling blood a rest Let the world be kind to you on this dog's day