Dog Eat Dog

It’s all you can do

Just getting on

When you find bloody footprints

In the snow at dawn

There’s no mistaking

You’re taken for a bump on a log

When the cat’s got your tongue

And it’s dog-eat-dog

Roses are dead now

And hanging on the wall

And the words are all different now

Since you took that fall

There’s no mistaking

You’ve taken a long hard look at God

But the cat’s got your tongue

It’s dog-eat-dog

There’s no mistaking

Words are taken as cliché

Dog-eat-dog is the cat’s meow today