[Doseone and Why?]
From the height of the highway on-ramp we saw
Two dogs a-dead in a field
Glowing on the Oakland Coliseum green seats wasteland
Dogs, dogs we thought were dead
They rose up, rose up when whistled at
Their rib cages inflating
Like men on the beach being photographed

A guard dog, guard dog for what? for what?
Against overzealous penniless athletic fanatics
Getting into games through a hole in the fence
For the owner of the blue tarp tent
Pitched by a creek beneath an on-ramp

In the privacy, of the last three
Skin and bony trees, devoid of leaves
And us undeceased, and with our new CDs
Zipping on dead east, Oakland

[Hook]
It's hard to stand the sight of two dogs dead
Under a sky so blue
You have to stop the blood to your head
To fit the breath in front of you