The Leopard Songtext
von We Cut Corners

I am the flock, with the absentee shepherd,
She showed me her spots
She said i am the leopard, I am the leopard.
She′s ripping my clothes, i don't understand her.
She mates like a lion, I′m more of a panda,
more of a bystander.
Down there is a fraction of a fragment of a dream
I'll take my chances plugging out my life support machine.
I trade blows with whistleblowers
God they hate the great outdoors
And lock myself away until it's feeding time again.
I run low on funds,
It′s a fiscal disaster.
I stuck to my guns,
I stuck like a plaster, I stuck like a plaster.
But she′s licking my face
I don't want her to do it


I give her a sign
But she′d just misconstrue it
yeah she'd see right on through it.
Down there is the prospect of a life upon the shelf
so i′m sending out a pixelated version of myself.
fuck the time wasters and fakers
Are there any other takers
Who could possibly deliver me from this mediocrity.
Count your blessings, not your chickens.
The hairline thins while the plotline thickens.
The only way of knowing
approximately where you're going is to close your eyes and see.
I am the flock, with the absentee shepherd
she showed me her spots
she said i am the leopard
I am the leopard, I am the leopard
I am the leopard, I am the leopard.