Talk of circles and punching out Looking in drawing circles down Falling up the south marking ground Talking out of turn drawing circles down Like Pilate, I have a dog Like Pilate, I have a dog Walks me out of town Still, one's a crowd Making angels in the dirt Looking up, looking all around Like Pilate, I have a dog Like Pilate, I have a dog Stunned by my own reflection It's looking back sees me too clearly And I swore I'd never go there again Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down you down, you down Like Pilate, I have a dog Like Pilate, I have a dog Like Pilate, I have a dog Like Pilate, I have a dog