Pink Floyd — Dogs

    	    	Вступление

Intro: Dm9 Bb Am9sus4 Bb7

    Dm9
You gotta be crazy, 
    Dm9
You gotta have a real need
      Bb
Gotta sleep on your toes 
      Bb
And when you´re on the street
      Bb                              
You gotta be able to pick out 
                             Am9sus4
The easy meat with your eyes closed
                             Am9sus4
Then moving in silently downwind 
          Am9sus4
And out of sight

Bb7
You gotta strike when the moment 
Bb7
Is right without thinking
     Dm9
And after a while you can work 
     Dm9
On points of style
         Bb
Like the club tie and the firm handshake
         Bb
А certain look in the eye and an easy smile
    Am9sus4
You have to be trusted by the people 
    Am9sus4
That you lie to

        Bb7
So that when they turn their backs on you
        Bb7
You´ll get the chance to put the knife in

Dm9 Bb Am9sus4 Bb7

       Dm9
You´ve gotta keep one eye 
       Dm9
Looking over your shoulder
              Bb
You know it´s gonna get harder, 
              Bb
Harder and harder as you get older
    Am9sus4
And in the end you´ll pack up 
    Am9sus4
And fly down south, 
    Am9sus4
Hide your head in the sand
Bb7                       
Just another sad old man, 
                          Dm9
All alone and dying of cancer

Bb Am9sus4 Bb7 Dm
C Dm C Dm Bb F Eb F Eb 
Dm Dm9 C7 Dm A F Em
Dm C Dm C | Bb C Bb C Bb C Bb C
Dm C Dm C Dm C Bb 
C Bb C Dm A F Em

Dm       C            Dm C Dm
And when you lose control       
        C                    Dm C Dm C
You´ll reap the harvest you have sown
Dm     C           Dm C  
And as the fear grows       
Dm                                 Bb A
The bad blood slows and turns to stone
Dm           C                       
And it´s too late to lose the weight 
Dm          C              Dm C Dm
You used to need to throw around
C         Bb   C            Bb  C        Dm A
So have a good drown as you go down all alone
        F    A      Dm
Dragged down by the stone

Bb7

Dm9
Gotta admit that I´m a little bit confused
Bb
Sometimes it seems to me as if I´m just being used
Am9sus4
Gotta stay awake, gotta try 
Am9sus4
And shake off this creeping malaise

   Bb7
If I don´t stand my own ground 
   Bb7
How can I find my way out of the maze
Dm9
Deaf, dumb and blind you just keep on pretending
     Bb
That everyone´s expendable 
   Bb
And noone has a real friend
       Am9sus4
And it seems to you the thing to do 
       Am9sus4
Would be to isolate the winner

    Bb7
And everything´s done under the sun
    Bb7
And you believe at heart everyone´s a killer

Dm C Dm C Dm C Dm Bb F E F E Dm

        F         C             Dm
Who was born in a house full of pain
C       F              C           Dm
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
C       F            C         Dm7
Who was told what to do by the man
C       F         C             Dm
Who was broken by trained personnel
C       F           C          Dm7
Who was fitted with collar and chain
C       F       C         Dm
Who was given a pat on back
C       F         C           Dm
Who was breaking away from the pack
C       F            C     Dm
Who was only a stranger at home
C       F      C           Dm
Who was ground down in the end
C       F     C           Dm
Who was found dead on the phone
C       F       C           Bb  A
Who was dragged down by the stone
                F    A7     Dm9
Who was dragged down by the stone