Текст песни Season of the Hound - IVVS

Young man, damn hound
Brooklyn first, past Earth now
I hope he shows up at our door somehow
Can't stop thinking of that damn hound

Back home in the aeroplane
I wanna break free from myself and run away in this newfound land
We're looking for somebody who will track him down
And bring him here to my old town

Love you more than anybody else, oh, my man
Your love on my cheeks, kissing all the boys
Season of the hound
'Tis the season of the hound

Left home for the weekend
In the cabin with Gaby, we're smoking hybrid, we're eating like crazy
(Guess we're high!)
Later to Neon Chapel if rain is down
To bring more hounds to our old town

It's the season of the hound
It's the season of the hound

It's me and my weed girls
Me and my pill girls
Me and my booze girls
Me and my Rolling Stones