The Dogs Video (MV)

Certainty sought: one quiet time
The horses of war
Shot
With their broken legs
Air sprayed with the langour
Of walking through a small neighborhood
At 6pm
To the smell of porkchops frying
The arrayed sensibility
Of men living through light and sound
And rain
If there be rain
Or snow
If there be snow
And the pain
Living through wives and children
And the sensibility of fire
When it is cold; but
The dogs want a part of us
They want all of us
And coming in from the factory
To a bug-infested room
In East Kansas City
Is not enough
But who the enemy is
We are
Not quite sure
Only
This morning
Combing my hair
One eye on the clock
Wondering is another drink
Would do
I
Think
I
Saw them
I think I saw them
I think I saw them
I think I saw them
I think I saw them
I think I saw them
I think I saw them
I think I saw them
I think I saw them
I think I saw them
I think I saw them
I think I saw them
I think I saw them
I think I saw them