[Verse 1]nHe never thought he'd think of killing himselfnBut he had've doubted anything to do with his healthnWasn't never that kind of gentlemen that needed helpnJust an everyday bloke try'na handle what he'd been dealtnBut it was steadily more difficult to conceal when he was too proud to revealnThe lonliest fear that he feelsnEnvious of those on an even kealn'Cause from where he's sitting that disposition is completely unrealnIt's not like his cars lost any one of it's wheelsnIt's just as if it been clamped up, secured and sealednNow he's flown the white flag and shown he'd yieldnYet the Black Dog relentlessly honed his healnIn a planet of 6 bil, still not a soul to understandnToo long ago relinquished the upper handnGot him suffocated, tied him like a cummerbandnRecalls what happy is, that's for another mannn[Verse 2]nHis path is lonely even when it's publicnThe clown cries tears, the crowd cheers and loves itnCoils with his inner turmoil, cups itnTucks it neatly, keeps him sweetly unflusterednPeople of prominence are just as likelynEven if they're hyped as hype be, bright and fiestynThey might be the John Konrads and Steve RogersnGold medals, best and fairest, they got not justncars and ski lodgers - they might even be doctorsnJudge of character, silver screen your operasnCovinced that they imposters, row with one oarnOnes that made themselves now think they done fornAnd they can't talk, some of them hit the mute buttonnMen die in bachelor pads, nobody knew nothin'nThe few years as great as vacant car parksnDon't ask why it's hard to laughnn[Verse 3]nIt's 2am he's wandering streets alonenCan't remember these avenues they feel unknownnListen to the droan of a distant trucks compression breaksnAfraid of the frailty of the things he'd set in placenHe's had better days, some worse than othersnNot the kind of fella proud of sleeping in under the coversnClose up the shutters, take the phone off the hooknAnd if they enquire he'll reply he was crook nnIt overtook him too long ago nAnd took us on a slow but shortlived prison like S Corbyn17 years since he celebrated 40, too many candles to blow out and it's too cornynHe might make a decision and set off a chain of eventsnFind a way to say what he meantnBut he's spent just looking to get bynThe Black Dog in the corner of his eye won't back offnn{Bridge} {X2}nGetting stalked by the Black DognStalked by the Black DognThey back down but still he won't back offnUnable to navigate without a map of nthe way homenStalked by the Black DognStalked by the Black DognFollow home and hope, why doesn't it back off?nGetting followednFollowed by the Black DognnStalked by The Black Dogn