the spinning dogs

Colourful 'yarns' for spinning tales by Pseudomonas

The spinning dogs
I hear the barking
Running along the streets
I hear the messages
It never sounds true to me

Once there is a lie
It will be hard to make it through
The perception I have known
It will be hard to touch base

The lie I hear
The words in black and white
Glaring out to fool me
The barking in the far distance

I want to make a change
The way honest leaders will say
Be honest be true be humble
We are here for a short while

Yeah the spinning dogs
They don't stop barking
I hear them in cages
Whining old ladies