Stray Dog's Got It Made

I've got no sympathy for the man who stays
when the bullets fly
Not my war, not my scene
Not going to go before my time
One thing I always find
The stray dog's got it made

Pistol-whipped into a dream
A dream about a killing machine
So he wakes up in no man's 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

Looking for a rumble
Looking for a way out west
Stray dog's got no number
Stray dog's got it best
He's got no master
He's got no master plan
Will someone tell him everything's fine
Won't you come home just as soon as you can?