Shake Dog Shake (Live At Zenith, Paris) - The Cure

Lyrics by：Robert Smith

Composed by：Robert Smith

Ha ha ha

Wake up in the dark

The aftertaste of anger in the back of my mouth

Spit it on the wall

And cough some more and scrape my skin with razor blades

And make up in the new blood

And try to look so good

Follow me

Make up in the new blood

And follow me to where the real fun is ha ho ho

As stale and selfish as a sick dog

That's spurning sex like an animal of god

I'll tear your red hair by the roots and hold you blazing

Blazing you in the dead electric light

Your face I'll never see you this way again

I captured it so perfectly

As if I knew you'd disappear away

Oh

Shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake

Shake shake shake shake shake dog shake

Shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake

Shake shake shake shake dog shake

You hit me again

You howl and hit me again

The same sharp pain

Wakes me in the dark

Cuts me from my throat to my pounding heart

My heart my shaking oh

Shake

Shake shake

Shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake

Shake shake shake shake dog

Shake dog shake

But we slept all night in the virgin's bed

And dreamed of death and dreamed of sick dogs

We slept all night in the virgin's bed

And dreamed of death and dreamed of sick dogs

Shake shake

Shake dog shake

Shake shake

Shake dog shake

Wake up wake up wake up

Shake dog shake

Wake up wake up wake up

Shake dog shake

Wake up in the new blood

Shake up in the new blood

Make up in this new blood

And follow me to where the real fun is

Shake dog shake

Shake dog shake

Shake dog shake