Из альбома: Black Cat
The black cat firecracker snapped back baseball cappin' cola-cola sippin' on the suds wearing penny loafers
His Sunday best ain’t good enough for the rest of the world
Yet, he stands in line and waits on his turn
The complex, disconfigured man, unassociated, agitated with the careful
investigator taking notes
He slowly tiptoes towards the dark
Watercolor sunset painted before his eyes
The gateway has been opened, to the wonders of his mind
He was a non-believer, now without a doubt
He looks up at the clouds, the chemical swirls fading in and out
The peacekeeper drafted into war, with a loaded rifle
Unaware of consequences correlating with his vision
Has gone to shit cause
He has been programmed to believe a lie
Yet, he stands there with a gun on the front line
Blood red color sunset, painted before his eyes
The veil has been lifted, as he watches his friends drop like flies
He was a non-believer, now without a doubt
He looks down at his paws, the guts he had spluttered on the ground
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
The family got the letter, it was a message, clear and true
The hero, he had fallen, for the red, white, and blue
He was a non-believer, now without a doubt
His body lays six feet under the ground
The black cat’s nine lives, they ran out
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!