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Plea From A Cat Named Virtute Lyrics

Artist: The Weakerthans
Album: Reconstruction Site

Why donâ‚¬â„¢t you ever wanna play?
Iâ‚¬â„¢m tired of this piece of string.
You sleep as much as I do now,
and you donâ‚¬â„¢t eat much of anything.
I donâ‚¬â„¢t know who youâ‚¬â„¢re talking to,
I made a search through every room,
but all I found was dust that moved
in shadows of the afternoon

And listen, about those bitter songs you sing;
theyâ‚¬â„¢re not helping anything,
they wonâ‚¬â„¢t make you strong.

So we should open up the house,
invite the Tabby two doors down.
You could ask your sister if,
she doesnâ‚¬â„¢t bring her basset hound.
Ask the things you shouldnâ‚¬â„¢t miss:
tape hiss and the modern man,
cold war and card catalogues
to come join us if they can.

Girly drinks and parlor games,
weâ‚¬â„¢ll pass around the easy lie
of absolutely no regrets,
and later maybe you could try.
To let your losses dangle off,
the sharp edge of a century.
Weâ‚¬â„¢ll talk about the weather,
or how the weather use to be.

And Iâ‚¬â„¢ll cater, with all the birds that I can kill,
let their tiny feathers fill disappointment.
Lie down, and lick the sorrow from your skin
Scratch the terror and begin to believe youâ‚¬â„¢re strong.

All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV,
frankly that thing doesnâ‚¬â„¢t really interest me.
I swear Iâ‚¬â„¢m going to bite you hard and taste your tinny blood
if you donâ‚¬â„¢t stop the self-defeating lies youâ‚¬â„¢ve been repeating
since the day you brought me home.
I know youâ‚¬â„¢re strong.

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