The Cats

The Cats are walking down the alleyway tonight, 
licking clean the cans from the rubbish pile, 
the air is fragrant with the smell of chicken bones and the rest of the cities debris- this smoggy night. 

Hold me tightly my dear, 
I need you now, 
to feel less lonely in this lonely place 
When everybody stands so close, 
but won't look me in the eye, 
It's such a twisted life so 
hold me tight. 

Like pigs within a cage we are controlled, 
by traffic lights and other moulds, 
most of sing to the same old tune, 
except for the special few, 
who see through the hazy lights to 
a better view. 

Hold me tightly my dear, 
I need you now, 
to feel less lonely in this lonely place 
When everybody stands so close, 
but won't look me in the eye, 
It's such a crazy life so 
hold me tight. 
It's such a twisted life so 
hold me tight. 
It's such a crazy life so 
hold me tight.