Urthboy - Black Dog lyrics

Yeah, yeah he never thought he’d think
Of killing himself
Nobody had a doubt of anything
To do with his health
He wasn’t ever that kind of
Gentleman that needed help
Just an everyday bloke tyna handle
What he’d been dealt
But it was steadily more difficult to conceal
When he was too proud to reveal
The loneliest fear that he feels
Envious of those on an even keel
'Cause from where he’s sitting that
Disposition is completely unreal
It’s not like his car’s lost
Any one of it's wheels
It’s just as if it’s been clamped up
Secured and sealed
Yo, he’s flown the white flag
And shown he’d yield
Yet the black dog relentlessly honed his heel
In a planet of 6 bill’
Still not a soul to understand
Too long ago relinquished the upper hand
Got him suffocated
Tightened like a cummerbund
Recalls what happy is but
That’s for another man

Yeah, yeah
His path is lonely, even when it’s public
The clown cries tears
The crowd cheers and loves it
Coils with his inner turmoil, cups it
Tucks it
Neatly, keeps 'em sweetly unflustered
People of prominence are just as likely
Even if they’re as hyped as hyphy
Bright and feisty they might be the John
Conrads and Steve Rogers
Gold medals, best and fairest
They got notches cars and ski lodges
They might even be doctors
Tragic characters, silver screen operas
Convinced that they’re imposters
Row with one oar
Ones that made themselves now
Think they’re done for and they can’t talk
Someone on the mute button
Men die in bachelor pads, nobody knew nuttin'
The view from here is as
Grey as vacant car parks
Don’t ask why it’s so hard to laugh

It’s 2 am, he’s wandering streets alone
Can’t remember these avenues
They feel unknown
Listen to the drone of a distant truck
Compression brakes
Afraid of the frailty of the
Things he’d set in place
He’s had better days, some worse than others
Not the kind of fella proud of
Sleeping in under the covers
Close up the shutters
Take the phone off the hook
And if they enquire he’ll reply he was crook
It overtook him too long ago
And took his honour
Slow but surely, imprisoned like S corby
17 years since he celebrated 40
Too many candles to blow out
And it’s too corny
He might make a decision and set
Off a chain of events
Find a way to say what he meant
But he’s spent just looking to
Get by the black dog
In the corner of his eye won’t back off

Yeah getting stalked by the black dog
Stalked by the black dog
You back down but still he won’t back off
Trying to navigate without a map of
The way home, stalked by the black dog
Stalked by the black dog
Follow, why doesn't it back off?
Getting followed, followed by the Black Dog
Getting stalked by the Black Dog
Stalked by the Black Dog
You back down but still he won’t back off
Trying to navigate without a map of
The way home, stalked by the black dog
Stalked by the black dog
Follow, why doesn't it back off?
Getting stalked by the Black Dog