Dogs of Clinic 17

Three fresh meals every day
And one white pill to chase the chills away
And me I know what it's all about
And we all know what it's like to have to go without

Five of us are left (that's down from twenty)
But the guy in the white coat he, tells me that five is plenty
Yeah one soft bed to rest my head upon
And me I know what side my bread's buttered on

There's a light in the window
There's a light in all of us trying to get free
There's a light in all of you who hear my song
There's a virus eating its way through me