Lyrics by David Charles Lacks

Dead Dog Scratching

Genres: Metal, Rock

Dead Dog Scratching 

There’s a strange sound outside in the dark tonight
Enough to make you realize fright
There’s a strange fog swirling in the gloom of night
Enough to make your gut go tight

Nothing on the inside of your door is safe 
It’s time to face your disgrace
A strange fear’s coming over you 
A dog from hell’s here or you

And there’s a dead dog scratching at the door tonight
And the boy is here to claim your soul
A dead dog scratching at the door tonight 
He’ll make you wish that you had more …
… had  more time to make amends, unscrew all your friends  
The dead dog’s scratching at the door
To drag you to your hell

You dumped your God and traded grace 
For one more night on stage
Yiu sold your soul and sold yourself
‘cause damned fans asked for more

© David Charles Lacks Apr 18, 2026

We Weren’t In The Cards

Genres: Country, Singer-Songwriter

We Weren’t In The Cards
Dave Lacks

The dog just gave the cat a bath who didn’t want part of that 
The baby’s crying in her room, the walls are full of cracks
The husband’s on the couch tonight snoring like a saw
The bill collector’s on the phone, I swear I’m burning out
The clothesline’s always full of rags that never seem to dry
I need to cut loose hard tonight, or think that I might die

So, baby when you wake up for your late-night dinner snack 
Grab some chips and check the kids and I just might be back
Your wife, she needs to go out, hon, to let her hair down hard
You know that I’ll return to you, you said ” we’re in the cards”

Your mother’s on the phone all day righting all my wrongs
My skirt’s too tight, and hair’s not right, I’m just the queen of blondes. 
Your papa came by late today to work on our pig sty
And all that time he sized me up giving me the eye
The times we had here just aren’t right, you promised me a life
I need to run from here tonight our life was just a lie

So, baby when you roll out for your Sunday morning beer
You’ll find some chips and baby pics but we ain’t comin’ back
I’ll take our boy and take our girl and poor dog on the chain
But don’t you come out seeking me, our love was just too lame

© David Charles Lacks Apr 13, 2026