Lonely Cat
Lonely cat;
sit and pick through kibbles and bits.
He's way out there,
but he don't care,
cuz' this is what he knows
and this is how he grows.
He's up to his **** in kitty haters,
but still gets it on with the other rodent haters.
When night time comes they all get full,
cuz' they run this town;
they're so cool.
Who needs mp3's in a city
with cheap shows and free E.P.'s?
Ride on,
lonely cat.
Copyright © Chris Patton | Year Posted 2006
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