Like a Cat Songtext

von The Number Twelve Looks Like You

Give him back his sweater
That poor fellow has only orchestrated symphonies into the poisoned ant hills.

You have tried, I'm afraid, don't let it hurt, I shouldn't stay
Show your cards, now I won't out
Stain the tub, Clot the streak, cock the wheel, push it deep
Fallen shade drowsy left me hopeless
Carve my head, great disguise, took a breath, gave it back
Warly aged, self pitying, misfit.
Experience, coincidence, quality, menstruating,
It makes more sense to speak nonsense.

What is it like to scatter organs all over a deeply pasteurized land?
Just like a cat without a mouse, it masturbates, it violates.
Sadistic dresser.

Maybe it's the ability to choose that makes a wounded player
Take to the field and laugh at his injury than to be fed peas and carrots by his sitter.

Farewell to the oldsmobile, acknowledge the new models.
Farewell, farewell.
Set me back in my old sweater tonight for an hour or two,
I can obtain satisfaction mutilating ones humiliating me.

You have tried, I'm afraid, don't let it hurt, I shouldn't stay,
Show your cards now, I want out.
Stain the tub, clot the streak, cock the wheel, push it deep,
Fallen shade drowsy left me hopeless.
Carve my head, great disguise, took a breath, gave it back,
Early aged, self pitying misfit.
What is the point of laying in a comfortable position if you can't fall asleep in it?