Dogs of the Hill

We are just dogs of the hill.
Scraping by each day trying not to get hunted.
Life used to be alright until our new owners came and reigning hell on us.
Work Work Work.
Slog Slog Slog.
Feeding us scraps and bones from their feast.
Will they understand our feelings?
Not a place to rest or sleep.
Living in a place full of shit.
We are the dogs of the hill.