I Heard He Ties up Cats - Johnny Foreigner

Cut, cut, cutlasses

Had some bad luck, took some risks, took some ill-advised taxi trips

And it’s not heaven you found

It’s just a better dressed predator

I’ve been crashing at yr house, got some floor to ceiling doubts and now I’m

stuck inside the darkest corners

I will meet you out by the crossroads where the fashion pubs breed

I want it, I got it, a promise, in pieces!

You said yourself, you’d talk to anyone, this could be the last you see of him

Slow, slow, slower

Let the courtyard smokers cough stories to each other outside

And on the tip of your tongue

Slug salt and spit it out

I’ve been crashing at yr house, got some floor to ceiling doubts and now I’m

stuck inside the darkest corners

I will meet you out by the crossroads where the fashion pubs breed

I want it, I got it, a promise, in pieces!

You said yourself, you’d talk to anyone, this could be the last you see of him

At the crossroads where the fashion pubs breed

I want it, I got it, a promise, in pieces!

You said yourself, you’d talk to anyone, this could be the last you see of him

Look around and everyone’s industry

Keep to the left and fat thighs are back again