Abandoned in a city in Romania
And all around the smell of death...
Pity isn't offered in Romania
You'll be lucky if you get what's left

We are many, we are few who are loved....
We are shunned, we are hurt, we are lost
There is nothing and no one for us
Yet we still wag our tails for we trust

I'm just a dog on the streets of Romania
I've been kicked around so many times before
I hide in the shadows for pain to come
The beat of a stick or the killing gun

I've seen evil, I've seen things you should never see...
There are people who will hurt us for free
We are waiting and hoping, and weak
We're not wanted on any Romanian street

I'm just a dog on the streets of Romania
I've been kicked around so many times before
I hide in the shadows for pain to come
The beat of a stick or the killing gun

Why do you not care for me?
I can't hurt you don't you see?
Romania, please hear my plea
We are hearts full of hope to be free...

We're just the dogs on the streets of Romania
We've been kicked around so many times before
We hide in the shadows for pain to come
The beat of a stick or the killing gun
We're the broken the damned and the dead
Behind every postcard you send
Untended, unwanted, untamed
Romania where is your shame?