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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dr. Dog
Dr. Dog
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott McMicken
Scott McMicken
Composer
Toby Leaman
Toby Leaman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dog
Dr. Dog
Producer
Nathan Sabatino
Nathan Sabatino
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I put on my clothes like a body guard
I put the dogs on patro in my own back yard
I don't wanna fight, but I'm constantly ready
And I don't rock the boat, but it's always unsteady
There's an elephant in my head
And I tiptoe around it
There are egg shells on the floor
Therefore I never touch the ground
It's like that old black hole
No matter how you try
You set out each day, never to arrive
I got my eyes on the prize, but it looks just like a mystery
And it all goes by on the lonesome trail to victory
I'm drawing the blinds, I've got my own four walls
Man the show really starts once the curtain falls
Take this thorn from my side
Fix this chip on my shoulder
Time is racing with the clock, and I ain't gettin' any older
It's like that old black hole
No matter how you try
It's like that old black hole
No matter how you try
It's like that old black hole
No matter how you try
You set out each day, never to arrive
I put on my finest thread
And I wrap up my body tight
With the sun in my eyes, I step into the night
Like the mystery in the dark
Oh its just another kind of light
I don't expect you do believe me, but everything is alright
I don't make rules for a living
I don't do tricks for a dime
I was born on a good day
Deaf, dumb, and blind
Who am I to tell the truth
Oh, I don't even know what it is
Well I don't know how to say it, but I know that I can show you
I said I don't know how to say it, but I know that I can show you
I tied my boots up tight, and I head straight to bed
There's a pistol and a crystal underneath my pillow
There's a tender heart inside that ugly armadillo
These are tears of joy cried the weeping willow
There's a spirit in the air and there ain't to way around it
I was not prepared to lose it all the moment that I found it
It's like that old black hole
No matter how you try
It's like that old black hole
No matter how you try
It's like that old black hole
No matter how you try
You set out each day, never to arrive, woo
Written by: Scott McMicken, Toby Leaman
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