Wild Dogs Lyrics

Wild dogs in the wilderness, running to survive. We're like wild dogs in the wilderness, trying to stay alive. Big moon shining on the trees, casts your shadows on the ground. He picks your scent up on the breeze. He knows that you're around They say that hell is below us, that heaven's waiting up above. So what are we living for, if not for love. Black boy running down the road his feet are hot and sore. He flags me down and looks around. and says do you want to score. I tell him no that it's alright, I'm driving hard today. And old John crow is flying overhead searching for his prey. In this world of survival, you ain't got time to catch your breath. And man?s only rival is the cold hand of death.