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Black Nothing Of A Cat Lyrics

Artist: Riverboat Gamblers
Album: To The Confusion Of Our Enemies

Latchkey children, so we don't have to find a villain,
cause we're bored and sleepy face down on a desk.
Gotta backpack full of comics and a condom in my wallet
I don't need another comment about not using it yet.
But it's o.k. I'm gonna skip out early and cut through the lawn
to the cache of porno mags that we'll read until dawn.

I said "fuck you", I'm not mistaking your downtalk for sympathy.
And it's not true, your happy ending won't come about like this.
We're like how. You're not gonna like at the end the protagonist ends up alone.
Just like a cat wanders off to go die by itself in the snow.

Focus all my vision on the uncoming collision for a second,
then I put it right back out of my mind.
And I'll be sleeping at the neighbours with six dollars and a skateboard
I'll be working on the same trick, can I pull it this time?
And I get such guilt to chew, I'll chew it over.
All the things we didn't do, I'll do it over.
And if you let me I won't screw it up again,
I probably will, I probably will, I probably will.

I said "fuck you", I'm not mistaking your downtalk for sympathy.
And it's not true, your happy ending won't come about like this.
We're like how...You're not gonna like at the end the protagonist ends up alone.
Just like a cat wanders off to go die by itself in the snow.

I mighta had something back then,
but it all fell apart from the end to the start.
The chip on my shoulder ain't got any older or harder to hold.

I might just need a break, but this world keeps spinning, world keeps spinning.
All of this constant motion keeps me from winning, keeps me from winning.
You better get here cause the keg might start to float.
"No we got a long time....maybe...right?"

You're not gonna like at the end the protagonist ends up alone.
Just like a cat wanders off to go die by itself in the snow.
I mighta had something back then,
but it all fell apart from the end to the start.
The chip on my shoulder ain't got any older or harder to hold.

We're like cats that wander off and die...

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