Mass of the Black Cats

Cats on the rooftop sleeping But one of these nights to the sound of crickets croaking We will awake And boiling over in disgust like kettles We will turn the world upon its head We are the holy cats Cats on the rooftop sleeping But one of these nights to the sound of crickets croaking We will awake And boiling over in disgust like kettles We will turn the world upon its head We are the holy cats Cats on the rooftop sleeping But one of these nights to the sound of crickets croaking We will awake And boiling over in disgust like kettles We will turn the world upon its head We are the holy cats Cats on the rooftop sleeping But one of these nights to the sound of crickets croaking We will awake And boiling over in disgust like kettles We will turn the world upon its head We are the holy cats