There's a black dog on my shoulder again. Licking my neck. And saying she's my friend. Solitude. The one thing I really miss. Guess my life is a compromise. There's a black dog on my shoulder again. I'm playing with it. But it's gone to my head. Like Carlito's way there are no exit signs. Freeze me there. Until I am numb. My mouth is so dry. My eyes are shut tight. There's a black dog. A coming tonight. Black dogs. A coming tonight. My dilemma but not my choice. Winston Churchill can you hear my voice. Melodrama there in my kitchen sink. Double vision. The way it is. Am I coming home to you again. Or am I stupid just by design. Does it matter if you really ever know. This black dog is out of control. My mouth is so dry. My eyes are shut tight. There's a black dog. A coming tonight. Black dogs. A coming tonight.