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Ligabue Luciano
Ligabue 1990
Son of a Dog
Used to bite and escape
I get dirty with mud, tar and rust
instinct pushes me to sun that dries me
one meter from the hail
Pampered sometimes
by some lady who has no other animal
closed yet another door there is the road
and she'll call behind you
And in a while we'll be back in heat and you know
that it's convenient for someone
there's a kennel, a bone and an owner for us
Identity: son of a dog son of a dog son of five minutes
Identity: son of a dog son of a dog son of a misunderstanding
Identity: son of a dog son of a dog son of stolen embraces
Identity: son of a dog son of a son of a broken condom
And then I howl and raise my glass
/>among stones, boots and swearing that they throw
and howling is a relief and a pleasure
that at least bothers me a little
And every now and then full bowls that then
don't let your stomach growl
crumbs and leftovers from yesterday for us
Identity: son of a dog son of a dog son of five minutes
Identity: son of a dog son of 'a dog, son of a misunderstanding
Identity: son of a dog, son of a dog, son of stolen embraces
Identity: son of a dog, son of a son of a broken condom