They said "Count your lucky numbers up, and you’ll be fine"
But I’ll count those lucky numbers when I get the time
Time is hard to come by when you’re marching to a beat
You and I are nothing more than dogs on their streets
Than dogs on their streets
Easy come and easy go and easy to get more
Now everything is easy and the dog is safe and warm
He will lick the hand that beats him if the hand holds something sweet
You and I are nothing more than dogs on their streets
Life’s a drag
So be grateful for what you still got
Life’s a drag
So just dance whilst you can, happy man
Watching the reflections, showing all that you could be
Just a simple misdirection, keep you dreaming at their feet
Stay underneath the table, keep scratching at the door
Because what you got is all you'll get and you'll eat it on the floor
Happy man, bite the hand if you still have the teeth (I believe)
Happy man, where’s the wolf underneath? (Show your teeth)
Show your teeth [x10]