Hellcat

She got me barking up the wrong tree

Well that hellcat

Just turned seventeen

Moonstruck with a slow song stuck in my head

Packing it up knocking em dead

She was with the drummer from a local band

He was protestant she was catholic and

He was up on a soap box preaching bout yokes

Broke the deal right there God bless the pope

Hellcat

She got me barking up the wrong tree

Well that hellcat

Just turned seventeen

I'm out of the looney bin crushing on a therapist

He's wagging his tail and sniffing her crotch

It's like turtledoves but I am preaching lies

Trying to pull the wool over his eyes

Cause there's one jackpot and two suns rising

One triangle and a time bomb ticking

Hellcat

She got me barking up the wrong tree

Well that hellcat

Just turned seventeen

Eleventh-hour hypocrite I was pointing fingers

The charade was over it was deadlocked antlers

All the wretched gloom and her sadistic swagger

Smug little crows in the back with a dagger

Bewitched my piano and walked off the stage

Loose cannon bulldozer stampede

Hellcat

She got me barking up the wrong tree

Well that hellcat

Just turned seventeen