Black Dog Nights by The DeSoto Caucus Lyrics

Slowly getting back in shape
Softly planning the escape
I can't help but notice
That the walls are caving in somehow

Black dog nights and mercury
Hit me like the third degree
In a time of infamy
There's no end to what the end could be

The blessing seems like a curse
It's bad but it's still getting worse
Break up and run
For a place in the sun

Pain's not what it used to be
Pretty sure you would agree
There's no pill for this rag
And we're are both flying the pirate flag

Not because we wanted to
Clearly turning black and blue
Looking up but going down
We were running 'fore we hit the ground
The blessing seems like a curse
It's bad but it's still getting worse
Break up and run
For a place in the sun