I traveled so long, traveled so long
'Til I was cold, cold as stone
My whiskers are gray, they reach to the ground
My bird's bones make a hollow soundI been lost somewhere
In the fabric of a world that's going threadbare
I been down in the gutters without a careI been hunted maligned since before your time
I been stoned, I been thrown
To the wolves, to the wolves
I been starved down to skin and boneI been lost somewhere
In the fabric of a world that's going threadbare
I been down in the gutters without a careThrow me a bone, feed me a line
Pour a hard drink for harder times
I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs
One or the other, a ship lost in the fogThe moon pulls the sea and our eyes to the ground
Our feet pound loud but there's no one around
The star of the night, the room fills with light
The sky makes a deafening soundThrow me a bone, feed me a line
Pour a hard drink for harder times
I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs
One or the other, a ship lost in the fogNothing can touch me, nothing can touch me
No force, no sound
Nothing can touch me, nothing can touch me
No force, no soundI'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs
I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs
I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs
Songwriters
Matthew Taylor Armstrong;Adam Michael Turla;Sarah Jackson Balliet;Dagan ThogersonPublished by
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