Watchdogs - UB40

You try to close your ears

And you try to close your eyes

But the blasphemies keep coming

And tempting you with lies

Give thanks for your protection

Your watchdogs of the night

Who hold the hungry wolves at bay

And keep them out of sight out of sight

You just don’t understand it

But it strikes a distant chord

So you look for way of escaping

And sanity is restored

You focus your direction

Cloak tightly pulled around

But somewhere in the distance

You can hear a haunting sound

You’re in danger of corruption

And you’re always running scared

You cannot make decisions

You’re completely unprepared