[00:00.00]An early version of 'Dogs'(Circa 1974)
[01:10.02]You gotta be crazy, you gotta be mean
[01:12.46]You gotta get your shoes and your car clean
[01:14.68]You gotta get swimming, you gotta keep fit
[01:16.88]You gotta get drink, you gotta eat ****
[01:26.98]You gotta be small to be a big shot
[01:29.83]You gotta eat meat to stay at the top
[01:32.13]You gotta be trusted, gotta tell lies
[01:34.33]You gotta be able to narrow your eyes
[02:10.49]You gotta beleive they've gotta beleive you
[02:13.18]You gotta appear easy to see through
[02:15.39]Gotta be sure you look good on the TV
[02:17.64]Gotta resemble a human being
[02:27.57]You gotta keep one eye over your shoulder
[02:30.56]Gonna get harder as you get older
[02:32.72]Gotta fly south and hide in the sand
[02:34.92]Gotta forget that you're gonna get cancer
[08:01.37]And when you loose control
[08:09.06]You'll reap the harvest you have sown
[08:20.88]And as the fear grows
[08:28.76]The bad blood slows and turns to stone
[08:47.73]And it's too late to loose the weight
[08:51.63]You used to need to throw around
[09:01.31]So have a good drown
[09:05.41]As you go down
[09:09.55]Alone
[09:13.75]Dragged down by the stone
[12:20.93]You Gotta be sure, you gotta be quick
[12:23.39]Gotta divide the tame from the sick
[12:25.43]Gotta keep some of us docile and fit
[12:27.48]You gotta keep everyone burying this ****
[12:37.04]You gotta get you started early
[12:39.82]Processed by the time you're thirty
[12:41.98]Work like **** 'till you're sixty five
[12:43.98]And then your time's your own until you die
[13:19.24]I gotta admit to a lot of confusion
[13:21.74]Pain in the head is the child of collusion
[13:23.44]Gotta resist the creeping malaise
[13:25.53]You gotta beleive in the way you get out of the maze
[13:35.98]But you, you just keep on pretending
[13:38.17]You can tell a sucker from a friend
[13:40.67]But you still raise the knife to
[13:42.57]Stranger, lover, friend and for alive
[15:35.34]Who was born in a house full of pain
[15:42.67]Who was sent out to play on his own
[15:50.58]Who was raised on a diet of shame
[15:58.41]Who was trained not to spit in the fan
[16:06.21]Who was told what to do by the man
[16:14.05]Who was broken by trained personnel
[16:21.73]Who was fitted with bridle and bit
[16:29.36]Who was given a seat in the stand
[16:36.79]Who was forcing his way to the rails
[16:44.57]Who was offered a place on the board
[16:52.09]Who was only a stranger at home
[16:59.27]Who was ground down in the end
[17:06.61]Who was found dead on the phone
[17:13.94]Who was dragged down by the stone

An early version of 'Dogs'(Circa 1974)
You gotta be crazy, you gotta be mean
You gotta get your shoes and your car clean
You gotta get swimming, you gotta keep fit
You gotta get drink, you gotta eat ****
You gotta be small to be a big shot
You gotta eat meat to stay at the top
You gotta be trusted, gotta tell lies
You gotta be able to narrow your eyes
You gotta beleive they've gotta beleive you
You gotta appear easy to see through
Gotta be sure you look good on the TV
Gotta resemble a human being
You gotta keep one eye over your shoulder
Gonna get harder as you get older
Gotta fly south and hide in the sand
Gotta forget that you're gonna get cancer
And when you loose control
You'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows
The bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to loose the weight
You used to need to throw around
So have a good drown
As you go down
Alone
Dragged down by the stone
You Gotta be sure, you gotta be quick
Gotta divide the tame from the sick
Gotta keep some of us docile and fit
You gotta keep everyone burying this ****
You gotta get you started early
Processed by the time you're thirty
Work like **** 'till you're sixty five
And then your time's your own until you die
I gotta admit to a lot of confusion
Pain in the head is the child of collusion
Gotta resist the creeping malaise
You gotta beleive in the way you get out of the maze
But you, you just keep on pretending
You can tell a sucker from a friend
But you still raise the knife to
Stranger, lover, friend and for alive
Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was sent out to play on his own
Who was raised on a diet of shame
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with bridle and bit
Who was given a seat in the stand
Who was forcing his way to the rails
Who was offered a place on the board
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone