From the recording Caesar Jones
Thrown to the dogs of love
Shown a hand that called my bluff
I see you gathering stones you’re going to put up a fight?
I Pray to God your bark’s worse than your bite
The thought of being alone gives me a hell of a fright
Where’s the thing to save my skin tonight?
A tuneless serenade, has laid my grave
Tonight, with these dogs of love
Is this the end of us?
I saw you gathering stones you never put up a fight
Making out your barks less than your bite
The thought of being alone gave you a hell of a fright
There’s the thing that saved my skin tonight
Not a single stick or stone in sight