Dogstar

Back to this bed
back to this life,
Where hundreds live
to make a million strive,
Binoculars of the future bring a land barren
songs of spring sung only in a tavern,
Succumbing to ambition is a Capitalist sin
I measure my life by nipperkin,

Standing at the crossroads of life
I am waiting for a guiding light,
Searching for my Dogstar
for last page dreams to survive,
The snores of faith beckon fortune's shore
tranquility is a faithful wife, fame a fuckin' little whore!