Masque - Of Lesser Dogs lyrics

Odd games he plays here

Does not mean to harm

Someone stalks the strange side

Soaked by soup that stinks

Curiosity your brother

Disclosing all the depths

But some things ought better

Not being found out

Don't give us anything reminding of age

'Cos though we do love you it's not far from rage

Pick all those nettles

Pick some for us too

But soup on a dog is far harder to make

Wait you're being used in

A proper drench of fear

But face reveals nothing

You're drunken on yourself

Don't give us anything reminding of age

'Cos though we do love you it's not far from rage

Yes to the depths

And yes to your health

But some things ought better not being found out

Wanting till bloodless

Four-legged bundle is back here

That is the truest

And the saddest part of all

No flesh can understand the wriggling ways within

Look in the ditches

Oh Lord, where is he lying strewn

Let's drop a black wreath

Where our dog most likely fell

Just sweep past evil smell of flesh that understands

(Words: Sahlin Music: Rellmark/Engström)