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I feed the cats, they do nothing for me
Just fucking whine and complain a lot
And feign disgust at the glow of tv
It's a cold hearted caveat
I scratch their ears and they sink in their teeth
Though overwhelmed by the stink of it
I clean their shit up
Before i take off for work in the morn
I feed the rats, and the roaches
And these are just the vermin i know about
And this old dog she's been losing her teeth
It's so sad they grow up so fast
Her body's old, overrun with disease
I stick the pills down her throat and then
She spits 'em up again, as if to say, let
me
die
As if saying please
let
me
die
The alarm's off and then I'm headed off to work again
From the pounding in my head
To the notes left on your desk
I think I'm cracking from the stress
And you're greeted by the creeps in the street
And they treat you like a piece of meat
The fucking assholes in the bars
Driving drunk home in their cars
I walk their dogs around the park
I feed the cats, they do nothing for me
Just fucking whine, but I'm used to it
The difference is with the creeps on the street
There's no excuse but the truth is that
I find scum wherever I lay my feet
I'm picking fleas off the dog and then
You're mopping up again
Cleaning up the puke of the damned
It's simply how we learned how to live in this land