Its a dogs life they say,
rambling away to glory.
not bothered by the rising dust,
and the market .
On the slope i sat and thought,
if my life as it was,
would be to renounce my carriage.
To slide down and stare up,
while my ass hurt and i ripped my jeans.
Where would we all be,
if it wasn't for the slide.
The slide i loved as a child.
That grew enormous and so did i.
The dog stared at me from the top,
looking rather wistful.
Thats when it struck me,
that a truck will set that dog free.
For he didnt slide down with me.
He stood his ground and remained insolent.
That truck did need to teach him that lesson.
Its a dogs life they say,
rambling away to glory.
not bothered by the rising dust,
and the market .
