Bruce Hornsby - The Hound

Cruelty shifts and swirls around
At any time you could be the hound
Or the hounded target, in a flash
Positions change and now you're catching the gas
Getting the lash
Getting trashed

You could be forever known
As the guy in the locker room who popped the bone
Or the guy in math who split his pants
Or had the wet spot at the cotillion dance
Thick skin
(Oh dot dot dot dot, dotadot - like in poetry)

Fear spreads like blood in a pool
Until it covers all the space in the room
Like an endless funhouse hall of mirrors and fears
Never-ending, all-consuming
And it's right here

You could be forever known
As the guy in the locker room who popped the bone
Or the guy in math who shit his pants
Or had the wet spot at the cotillion dance

Somebody's blasting away
It's the big pile-on
Sensing weakness, it's been there all along
Find a tender spot and poke it
Schadenfreude rules
So sorry, I've been that guy
I've been that fool

You could be forever known
As the guy in the locker room who popped the bone
Or the guy in math who shit his pants
Or had the wet spot at the cotillion dance
At the cotillion dance

This is the age of thick skin
It's all in fun, don't be sensitive
Let it go, have a ball
This is the age of thick, thick skin
Thick skin