Dogars Lyrics & Chords By Koffing

Listen close though my words won't bode well Many a rumor's found my ear (Do tell, do tell, do tell) The watchmen caught word that murder's been afoot And for these...read more

And so we on our tiptoes creep Down the alleys, beneath the streets Past the trash and past the silt Past the canal which our hands built On our backs we've slung rucksacks ...read more

Down we go with rusted tools We dig with fingers crossed And through our hands reach deeper still Our lungs in shallow air lie caught In wee hours the night lies dead Hallowed...read more

Where the scum and sailors meet We're in the disceaux off the streets Drink, drink, drink and let's forget Blank stares and broken flesh Who could find us out? Yea! Yea! ...read more

The dirt is on our hands And sober thought demands Paced shuffling of our spades Oh how often should we play We don't care what their spirits say What their ghosts will say ...read more