The Number Twelve Looks Like You – Like A Cat lyrics

Give him back his sweater that poor fellow has only orchestrated
symphonies into the poisioned ant hills You have tried I'm afraid don't let
it hurt I shouldn't stay show your cards now I want out stain the tub clow
the streak cock the wheel push it deep fallen shade drowsy left me
hopeless carve my head great disguise took a breath gave it back
early-aged self pitying misfit experience coincidence quality menstrauation
it makes more sense to speak nonsense What is it like to scatter argons
all over a deeply pasteurized land - Just like a cat with a mouse it
masturbated it violates Sadistic dresser - Maybe it's the ability to choose
that makes a wounded player take to the field and laugh at his injury than
to be fed peas and carrots by his sitter Farewell to the oldsmobile
acknowledge the new models farewell Set me back in my old sweater for
an hour or two I can otain satisfaction mulitating ones humilitating me
You have tried I'm afraid don't let it hurt I shouldn't stay show your cards
now I want out stain the tub clot the streak cock the wheel push it deep
fallen shade drowsy left me hopeless carve my head great disguise took
a breath gave it back early-aged self pitying misfit - What is the point of
laying in a comfortable position if you can't fall asleep in it?