There is a rabid dog outside, you see?

Its fur is drab, its eyes are snide

It seems like it knows what I think and fear

I saw a rabid dog down in the street

It limped and growled, hope it gets winded

Before he comes scratching at the door

(the door)

Tried to get away

Tried to get away

What happened?

Friends are beckoning

But my soles are locked on the floor

(I’ve) got a rabid dog under my skin

Wonder how long it’s been right here

Now I’m not even sure I saw one anymore

Well

I can’t pretend

I thought it over, a knife in my hand

It adds up:

I left the doors ajar

I’ll wait 'til the morning comes

Yeah

Hey

I’m a

Latecomer, man

I watched the punchline fly over my head

And I swear

I’m actually happy the problem was me

Well, long time no fucking see

Tried to get away

Tried to get away

What happened?

Friends are beckoning

Still my feet are locked on the floor

Tried to get away

Wouldn’t wanna admit

I’m callous

But I sifted through my intentions

Only to find out

They were not that good

I said a lot of times before

I seldom step outside the door

I probably wouldn’t have spent this

Much time with a

Spyglass in my palms

I thought I saw that rabid dog

I even heard it pace the porch

Now I guess

That I should

Have been grateful

My friends didn’t put me down

Tried to get away

Now I’m glad I stayed

I’m the steering wheel

I know how to heal