The cat is on a hot tin roof
And I guess that is another proof
Why things are not working out
The grapes of wrath turned sour again
I have to come up with another plan
Can’t remember what this fight was about
But know it’s not my fault
Give me back what you have taken
Everything is mine
Only the blame is yours
You can take your pills and all your bills and
Shove ‘em up your ass
Go fight other wars
Like the day I sold your ugly guitar
And you thought I went a little bit too far
But my ears said: go girl go
And my ears and my eyes can never be wrong
Was like giving birth to a whale
And I guess that meant, it’s not ok
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