I've got no sympathy For the man who stays when the bullets fly "Not my war", "Not my scene", "Gonna go before my time" One thing I always find, the stray dog's got it made Pistol whipped into a dream Dream about a k**img machine So he wakes up in no-mans land Not so domestic anymore One thing I know for sure, the stray dog's got it made So he sleeps out in the rain So he ignores his pain And sure he's got no-one, but the stray dog's got it made Lookin for a rumble, lookin for a way out west Stray dog's got no number, stray dog's got it best He's got no master, oh he's got no master plan Someone tell him "everything's fine, won't you come home Just as soon as you can"