Something For The Good Boys

Dogs Die In Hot Cars

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Something for the good boys doing such a good job
Nothing for the arms, for the legs
If you could you'd not
Talk about the big love shine on the cold night
Nothing for the ears, for the nose
But it'll work out right

Why dig out the colours you sing?
Time is on my side
All the kind good men run in the night
Why dig out the colours you sing?
Time is on my side
Call the kind good men running the night

Something for the good girls doing all the good work
Nothing for the arms, for the neck,
For the good green shirt
Hope on a tight rope, a tear on the fine line
Nothing for the teeth, for the toes,
But i know what's mine
Do you know what's mine?