Dogs Breakfast

Tonight’s the night — When most destructive are most productive

 

Black rose, on the ground — Made me consider

Tonight, might be the night — When most destructive are most productive

 

A note attached, made in Kilkivan — Told me what I needed to know

Tonight’s the night — When most destructive are most productive

 

Black cat crossed the path — Looking for thief

That said it all — This night is tonight

 

I was born as third generation slave — In a home of good people

Quite like my master — That bony lady, with natural voice

 

Walking the streets covered by leaves — Until early hours when morning unfolds

Throw me your ball and I will get it — As I was trained in my early days

 

Left alone, outside the room — Where I can think, with not much else to do

I’m gonna wait for winter to come — To leek glittery flakes

 

Tonight’s the night — My time has come

Tonight’s the night — Let’s scratch my bum

 

Uncle day and aunty night — Music of uprising, revolt and change

Female voices singing the cords — The time has come to have some fun

 

Full moon ahead — Flushed, deserted streets

House of darkness — In distance lorikeets’’ cry

 

Can’t remember — Whether I’m shy

Black rose scared the cat — I wished we never met

 

Tonight’s the night — When most destructive are most productive