Hounting Dogs

Day the music died I cried.
The future was so bright.
Never surrendered with fear in my eyes.
Human stories told with a couple friends and a smoke.
Hunting dogs don’t kill their own.

Maybe colors fade away,
It’s so hard to hide the pain.
This is my generation, so natural to hate.
Never had so much to lose, mid-day coffee blues.
Hunting dogs don’t kill their own.

If only I could stop this room from spinning around, I’m so confused.
I wake up, clear my head, remember why I’m in this bed.
It’s really hurts to imagine everything so cold.
Hunting dogs don’t kill their own.

If only I could stop this room from spinning around, I’m so confused.
I wake up, clear my head, remember why I’m in this bed.
It really hurts to imagine the song you never wrote.
Hunting dogs don’t kill their own.
Hunting dogs don’t kill their own.
The pain, the pain, you hunting dog, you.
Hunting dogs don’t kill their own.
The pain, the pain, you hunting dog, you.