the barking

The black running dogs

The barking in the distance

They aren't got the guts

They have gone underground

The black dogs chasing out the mongrels

They are the ones barking out in the open

When the mongrels see the unfriendly humans

They run with tails between their legs

In the far distance they bark

Knowing too well the black dogs are watching

There is no escape either way or else they get the bones

There is no meat to satisfy the hunger

They are now free to run

Barking to newspapers and televisions

Into the cyber-world of their feeding lies

For the bag of bones they sell their souls