Black Cat

Close up, camera one The hero sings in this scene The boy that gets the girl gets to go home where they get married But stop the tape The sunset still looks fake to me The hero looks like he can't breathe The damsel just left everything You're like a black cat with a black backpack full of fireworks And you're gonna burn the city down right now (Whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, yeah) You're like a black cat with a black backpack full of fireworks And you're gonna burn the city down right now (Whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, whoa) Oh, close up, camera two 'Cause the hero dies in this scene Your inspiration is the loss of absolutely everything And flashback on the girl As we montage every memory And we bleed out in the bathroom sink Then we fade out as the soundtrack sings You're like a black cat with a black backpack full of fireworks And you're gonna burn the city down right now (Whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, yeah) You're like a black cat with a black backpack full of fireworks And you're gonna burn the city down right now (Whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, whoa) She said, "Get your hands off of my star It's not your part, but all your fault" And this jealous actress has a habit Of making things sound way too tragic "Get your hands off of my star It's not your part, but all your fault" And this jealous actress has a habit Of making things sound way too tragic And this jealous actress has a habit Of making things sound way too tragic Oh, this jealous actress has a habit Of making things sound way too tragic You're like a black cat with a black backpack full of fireworks You're gonna burn the city down right now (Whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, whoa) You're like a black cat with a black backpack full of fireworks And you're gonna burn the city down right now (Whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh my God) You're like a black cat with a black backpack full of fireworks And you're gonna burn the city down right now (Whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, whoa) And this jealous actress has a habit Whoa, oh, whoa