Chorus:
Bow wow,
Them’s the hounds of Law —
Them’s the hounds of Law —
Howl, howl…
They check you in, check you out —
Count your hair and teeth.
Let you weep in your cell,
While your neighbors scream.
Bow wow,
Them’s the hounds of Law —
Them’s the hounds of Law —
Howl, howl…
They don’t give you a trial —
Just beat you a while.
Have a smoke and a smile,
As they sell your child.
Hounds of Law…
Hounds of Law…
Verse:
They mess you up, they throw you down —
Like a human carpet.
They line you up, their rifles out —
Baby, you’re the target.
Pre-Chorus:
Bang on your door, tear you out of your sleep,
A splat to your head,
Throw you into their jeep.
Bang on your door, tear you out of your sleep,
A splat to your head,
Throw you into their jeep.
Chorus:
Bow wow,
Them’s the hounds of Law —
Them’s the hounds of Law —
Howl, howl…
They check you in, check you out —
Count your hair and teeth.
Let you weep in your cell,
While your neighbors scream.
Bow wow,
Them’s the hounds of Law —
Them’s the hounds of Law —
Howl, howl…
They don’t give you a trial —
Just beat you a while.
Have a smoke and a smile,
As they sell your child.
(Instrumental)
Bridge:
Wag their hot little tails
Through the bars of your jail,
As your tears dry out —
It’s all dog years now…
Chorus:
Bow wow,
Them’s the hounds of Law —
Them’s the hounds of Law —
Howl, howl…
They check you in, check you out —
Count your hair and teeth.
Let you weep in your cell,
While your neighbors scream.
Bow wow,
Them’s the hounds of Law —
Them’s the hounds of Law —
Howl, howl…
They don’t give you a trial —
Just beat you a while.
Have a smoke and a smile,
As they sell your child.
As they sell your child….
As they sell your child….
As they bow wow, bow wow, bow wow, bow wow…
As they howl, howl, howl, howl, howl…
As they bow wow, bow wow, bow…
The Titan, Prometheus
Audio recorded at a developmental workshop in December 2010, featuring soloist Euan Morton and with performances by Celina Carvajal, Gavin Creel, Michael Cunio, Gabe Ebert, Jo Lampert, Hoon Lee, and Christina Sanjous. Band members: Charlie Chronopolous, Tom Duprey, David Finch, Jeff Muzerolle, Vincent Pedulla, and Rob Simring.
Verse:
Once, a tyrant took Olympus,
And named himself the god of gods —
So cruel in his demands,
He threw us to the dogs.
Was there room for love in heaven?
Verse:
Was some brave fool to take our part —
To reach for what was human,
And teach us of the heart?
Chorus:
This is the story of the Titan, Prometheus,
And all he would wring from us,
And bring from us…
And sing from us…
Verse:
Don’t need school to learn the lesson:
What tyrants do, when a hero calls.
When the rule of Law is even questioned,
How soon the hero falls.
Just as true on earth as heaven.
Verse:
When silence rules behind the bars,
The fiery song of freedom
Still proves how proud we are.
Chorus:
This is the story of the Titan, Prometheus,
And all that he dreamed for us,
And seemed to us.
Redeeming us…
This is the story of the Titan, Prometheus,
And all he could see for us,
And be for us,
Set free for us…
Prometheus…
Prometheus…
Prometheus…
Prometheus…
Prometheus…
Prometheus…
It’s Loud Enough Without You
Audio recorded at a developmental workshop in December 2010, with performances by Celina Carvajal, Gavin Creel, Michael Cunio, Gabe Ebert, Jo Lampert, Hoon Lee, Euan Morton, and Christina Sanjous. Band members: Charlie Chronopolous, Tom Duprey, David Finch, Jeff Muzerolle, Vincent Pedulla, and Rob Simring.
His Highness knows the words unspoken,
His Highness knows the cries you cry,
He knows your lonely mood —
Nothing like a tyrant’s gratitude.
His silence may seem pretty chilling,
His violence may seem awfully crude.
But oh you’re such a foe —
Nothing like a tyrant’s gratitude.
Nothing like a tyrant’s gratitude.
He wants to make a show of you.
When you belch your little truth —
Nothing like a tyrant’s gratitude.
When you belch your little truth —
Nothing like a tyrant’s gratitude.
Nothing like a tyrant’s gratitude…
His Majesty may send his minion,
His Majesty’s not being rude.
And oh what other beast
Would let his eagle feast on you?
Nothing like a tyrant’s gratitude.
His Holiness would know your secret,
He feels you from his throne, you fool,
And wants to fill his bones with you —
Nothing like a tyrant’s gratitude.
Nothing like a tyrant’s gratitude,
Nothing like a tyrant’s gratitude.
Nothing like a tyrant’s gratitude,
But ouch, his Highness can’t hide his foolish pride,
How you wound him
When you belch your little truth —
Nothing like a tyrant’s gratitude.
When you belch your little truth —
Nothing like a tyrant’s gratitude.
When you belch your little truth —
Nothing like a tyrant’s gratitude.
Nothing like a tyrant’s gratitude,
Nothing like a tyrant’s gratitude,
Nothing like a tyrant’s gratitude…
