Food, Sex & Paranoia · 1990 · Arista
Song for a Doberman
Written by Tim Whelan
Published by BMG Music
I woke up in someone else's bed To face a jury of my peers. Broken bottles inside my head, It's been the same for years. But I don't understand the charge, And I'm damned if I'm going to plead, Why does everybody have to put the blame on me? Am I expected to be sincere? Am I expected to cry? Well I just want to pose till the bars all close, Then crawl away and die. Am I to blame if someone stands in my road? I'll crash my life if I please. Why would anybody want to put the blame on me? Squeeze my body till my backbone cracks, Squeeze your heart into a paper cup. Squeeze out every drop you have And I'll drink it until I throw up. Now I was in a foreign land, Trying to make a call to you. And I wanted to say 'Hey Jack, why don't you take me back?' But I couldn't get through. It's just when the crowd are somewhere else, You're the only thing I see. Why does everybody have to put the blame on me? Baby, please, please don't put the blame on me.
Commentary
Written by Tim on tour in Eastern Europe. Recorded by the group in North London. Sung by Sally in New York. Dedicated to a gang member in Holland who inspired the title. Or something. From the album "Food, Sex and Paranoia" released on Arista in 1989. Should have been a single.
Band commentary — She Gets Out the Scrapbook — 1991 inlay (compiled by Jim, Tim, Hami)