Dead Dogs Cold Foamers

Dead dogs lie still
And dead dogs don't kill
And dead trees creep to bed silently
The sun beats the moon then beats down on me

Dead dogs can’t see
And dead dogs are not lonely
My devil's inside of me
There's tired devils beside me

And when I get there
And the sun shakes the sleep from my hair
I’ll black out the sun
If it won't share the sky