Black Cat Songtext
von Never Shout Never
Black Cat Songtext
The black cat firecracker snapped back baseball cappin′
Coca-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 had been programmed to believe a lie.
Yet, he stands there with his 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 smothered on the ground.
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
His family got the letter, a message, clear and true.
The hero had fallen, for the red, white, and blue.
He was a non-believer, now without a doubt.
His body lays six feet underground.
The black cat's nine lives, they ran out.
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Coca-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 had been programmed to believe a lie.
Yet, he stands there with his 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 smothered on the ground.
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
His family got the letter, a message, clear and true.
The hero had fallen, for the red, white, and blue.
He was a non-believer, now without a doubt.
His body lays six feet underground.
The black cat's nine lives, they ran out.
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Writer(s): Dennis Craig Herring, Ian Crawford, Christofer Drew Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com