Cats, Dogs & Rats - Rare Americans

I thought my hands were making moves

But the lands and the grooves

Unequivocally proved the truth

How did I get so confused?

My path, totally askew

Tapped the karma bank til I overdrew

Could have been so much more shrewd

With my moves and eschewed

The fast buck, the too good to be true

Thought I was just payin' dues

Next thing I know, interviewed

Now stuck in a life sentence queue

Raged up, caged up, in a screw loose zoo

And all l view is bad news crews

Face tattooed and gunnin' for you!

Got lost, clowder, group of cats

Lost cause, louder, dogs in a pack

Yes boss, now sir, mischief of rats

Numbers matter, we’re all stats

Cats, dogs

Cats, dogs, and rats

Cats, dogs

Cats, dogs, and rats

Just pining, second chance at the life I blew

Just whining, about the permanent concrete view

Just lining, up for the institutions stew

My kid grew up, no pops tattoo

Weight, can’t pay back I O U

Daily praying, life was peek-a-boos

Story time with Winnie the pooh

Right through to a big debut, for you

But I don’t know a thing about you

Nothing about you

Could be livin' like your old man

Testin' the avenue

But I don’t have a fucking clue!

No I don’t have a fucking clue!

Got lost, clowder, group of cats

Lost cause, louder, dogs in a pack

Yes boss, now sir, mischief of rats

Numbers matter, we’re all stats

Cats, dogs

Cats, dogs, and rats

Cats, dogs

Cats, dogs, and rats

Cats, dogs

Cats, dogs, and rats