Black Cat

The black cat firecracker snapped back baseball cappin' cola-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 has been programmed to believe a lie

Yet, he stands there with a 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 spluttered on the ground

Yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah!

The family got the letter, it was a message, clear and true

The hero, he had fallen, for the red, white, and blue

He was a non-believer, now without a doubt

His body lays six feet under the ground

The black cat's nine lives, they ran out

Yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah!