Sleeping Dogs Lie Letra

and wants to share, but now wants a piece of
i never forget a face, just a name
and i've thought of it now
at the time i should have wrote yours down
because a four letters word's easy to remember in first impressions
prefer answers not in the form of a question
so i'm left with this image from a second hand rhetoric
of this medicine man who can perform sets of tricks
but it's not entertaining when the audience prays
for this man in white gloves to turn stones into white doves
and this white dust can't make you fly
so in what do we trust, so much can make us lie
sit and roll over, good boy, now do what i told ya

you let sleeping dogs lie while proceeding on by
while receiving in line your piece of the pie

the irony is your name is written everywhere and used loosely
usually right between their teeth when they speak from their knees
and beg cause they plead and regret to keep them from death
but you give them what they need nonetheless
they're under stress and can't take the blame of the pressure
but they've got demons to take the better half of the weight
and the blame and your name and the vein and the pain
it's all the fucking same, but it doesn't change

you let sleeping dogs lie while proceeding on by
while receiving in line your piece of the pie

and we got off on the wrong foot or the wrong book
or because i don't lie like a good dog should
i never put you on a cross as a symbol to ______
or hung you from my neck and put your word up on a billboard
never asked for nothing for the fact to have something
cause i watch my own back, i'm not the one who wants his soul back
this whole map is so old, i know it like the back of my hand
and no one wants to roll the sacrificial lamp
and stand up and voice my opinion if i don't agree with
what you're feeding with no reason, i didn't see shit
while you were pointing out father figures in the cloud shapes
i was throwing rocks to break the glass into outer space
invented a place, invented a man, gave him a face instead of a planet
in seven days created a race, he regulates the ten commands
so pray for your fate, you're red in the face
whatever it takes to get in his gates
for heaven's sake don't touch those flames

searching for epiphanies behind closed curtains
smoked him out the chimney and now we run certain
make your sacrifice, practice twice, it's not working
now the prayers aren't working and your tears aren't working
he doesn't want to hear it, write a letter like the others
abandoned on the bandwagon, he doesn't want to be bothered
he was an old white man with a long white beard
who told a long white lie and never really cared

you let sleeping dogs lie while proceeding on by
while receiving in line your piece of the pie