Original Blues, Rock & Country for the Soul
Story behind the song
How must it feel to be seized and removed from your home and family for looking a certain way?
And when you are seized, nobody will know where you are, you will not be allowed to go home until a court decides your fate.
This is what happens to canines in the UK who are found to be of 'type' due to section one of the Dangerous Dogs Act, which prohibits the pit bull 'type' terrier and three other breeds - or dogs that look like these breeds.
Many countries enforce BSL and it brings heartache and despair to thousands of families and innocent dogs world wide each year.
If you think BSL is wrong please contact your MP and have your say.
Dogs have no voice but you DO!
Lyrics
TYPE
I'm the type that's got to be hidden
Locked away, so they don't see my shape
Run baby run, we won't be forgiven
They'll take me from you, then you'll have to pay
I can't see the world beyond all the crying
What can I do, to make it ok?
Something is lost, the humans are lying
I've done nothing wrong but I'm taken away
Cos I'm wanted by the law and I'm ripped from my family life
I'm a message in a body and everybody listens to hype
I'm a scapegoat, blamed up, torn up alibi
Ain't nothing I can do cos I'm measured by the rule of 'type'
My blood is like yours, I bleed when I'm broken
My comfort is love, don't take it from me
I speak without words, my language unspoken
Follow these eyes, to see what I see...
My tattoo is there to prove my existence
Mouth covered up so you won't see my smile
I'm written in ink, numbered and licensed
Held as a beast, awaiting my trial
Cos I'm wanted by the law and I'm ripped from my family life
I'm a message in a body and everybody listens to hype
I'm a scapegoat, blamed up, torn up alibi
Ain't nothing I can do cos I'm measured by the rule of 'type'
I'm the kind whose type is forbidden
Society casts their shame on my breed
Time will tell, how long I am hidden
Life has no time, until I am freed...
Cos I'm wanted by the law and I'm ripped from my family life
I'm a message in a body and everybody listens to hype
I'm a scapegoat, blamed up, torn up alibi
Ain't nothing I can do cos I'm measured by the rule of 'type'
© Maria Daines/Paul Killington
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(mcps) ASCAP
25.08.13
