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• Artiste: Bruce Hornsby
• Titre: The Hound
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Cruelty shifts and swirls around At any time you could be the hound Or the hounded target, in a flash Positions change and now you're catching the gas Getting the lash Getting trashed You could be forever known As the guy in the locker room who popped the bone Or the guy in math who split his pants Or had the wet spot at the cotillion dance Thick skin (Oh dot dot dot dot, dotadot - like in poetry) Fear spreads like blood in a pool Until it covers all the space in the room Like an endless funhouse hall of mirrors and fears Never-ending, all-consuming And it's right here You could be forever known As the guy in the locker room who popped the bone Or the guy in math who shit his pants Or had the wet spot at the cotillion dance Somebody's blasting away It's the big pile-on Sensing weakness, it's been there all along Find a tender spot and poke it Schadenfreude rules So sorry, I've been that guy I've been that fool You could be forever known As the guy in the locker room who popped the bone Or the guy in math who shit his pants Or had the wet spot at the cotillion dance At the cotillion dance This is the age of thick skin It's all in fun, don't be sensitive Let it go, have a ball This is the age of thick, thick skin Thick skin