you call me a dog,
well that’s fair enough.
’cause it ain’t no use to pretend,
you’re wrong.
when you call me out i can’t hide anymore,
i have no disguise you can’t see through.

well you say it’s bad luck,
to have fallen for me.
well what can i do to make it good for you?
you wore me out like an old winter coat
trying to be safe from the cold.

but when it’s my time,
to throw the next stone,
i’ll call you

beautiful,

if I call at all.

you call me a dog, and
you tell me i’m low ’cause i’ve slept on the floor,
and out in the woods with the badgers & wolves,
you threw me out ’cause i went digging for gold,
i came home with a handful of coal.

but when it’s my time,
to throw the next stone,
i’ll call you

beautiful,

if i call at all.

and when it’s my time,
to call your bluff.
i’ll call you beautiful,
or leave it alone.

you call me a dog,
well that’s fair enough.
it doesn’t bother me as long as you know,
bad luck will follow you,
if you keep me on a leash and
you drag me along.

Call me a Dog
Temple of the Dog