Cats Are Aliens

Lacatus Fringe

Cats Are Aliens


Feeling like a wise man 
Holding an ankh to the light 
Then I get to thinking I'll find cities in sand 
And I take another beating 
While I'm losing my sight 
And going out of my mind 
Oh, my myopia 

Grass their friends up, not their days up, never 
Comb their hair and moan about the weather 
Can I hope that I'm allowed a breather? 
Oh, my myopia 

Tuck your bib in, sit down to your platter 
Swallowing the world is now your oyster 
But it tastes more or less like cum 
Seedy utopia 

In a month of Sundays someday you'll be my bride 
No longer the best man I once was in your eyes 
You administer the beatings and I'm losing my sight 
Yeah, going out of my mind 
Oh, my myopia 

Had some time to consider the problem 
Gym'll fix it, gymnasium ad nauseum 
They're in my face and what a good sport I've been 
Oh, my myopia 

Feeling like a wise man 
Holding an ankh to the light 
Then I get to thinking I'll find cities in sand 
I don't wanna be defeated 
So I'm turning my back to this latest attack 
Oh, my myopia... 

...is to blame 
Warts and shame 
There's nothing else to blame for this 

So close your eyes and talk about the weather 
Close your minds to whispers from the ether 
I will face the chaos with a grin 
I will take it on the chin 

I will take it on the chin.