it may not be the same thing you believe most folks have a sense of right and wrong the forces that we feel but cannot see the love within our heart it plays a song you roam around until they can hear no more the word it was a virus through the land from the mountains north down to the southern shore the hour glass burns through those grains of sand we learned a long time ago there s no winners in the game you lie with dogs you ll end up with fleas nine times out of ten you know it all turns out the same dyin on your feet you re livin on your knees oh the art of war is always to deceive they sell the very rope from which we hang the answer is to turn the other cheek while they piss down your neck and call it rain we learned a long time ago there s no winners in the game you lie with dogs you ll end up with fleas nine times out of ten you know it all turns out the same dyin on your feet you re livin on your knees there s no left no right there s only in between the low is just reflected from above those who will discover what that means will come to understand along with us we learned a long time ago there s no winners in the game you lie with dogs you ll end up with fleas nine times out of ten you know it all turns out the same dyin on your feet you re livin on your knees  nine times out of ten you know the hero s shame dyin on your feet you re livin on your knees