Текст Peter Green – Wild Dogs

Wild dogs howl as they head the chase
A beast has fallen to the wild dog chase
Wild dogs howl as they stage the kill
The beast is dead and the plains are still

Broker in the city on his techno screen
A dirty deal but the money’s been cleaned
It’s dog eat dog on the boardroom floor
If you miss your chance there won’t be any more

Your money won’t do you no good at all
When you’re out on the plains and the wild dogs call

Pretty girls out on the streets
Your money for a quick trick between the sheets
She tells you you’re the best John she’s ever had
But if you stay too long her pimp gets mad

There ain’t no use in you running away
When the wild dogs call you’ll be nothing but pray

In the shadows a mugger waits to score
The value of life don’t bother him no more
He don’t give a damn if you’re young or old
He’ll take what you got and he’ll leave you cold

You can scream, you can shout, you can weep and moan
The wild dogs will strip you down to the bone

In the beginning when all the world was one
Out on the plains, under the African sun
Where the wild dogs run