Fear Strikes Out - Royal Trux

First, you twist the cherry

Then you taste the seed

You might be able to cover the spread

But you got to use some jam in between

Inside the world is a subtle disease

Passed around by the air we breathe

You could say it was written on the wind

But it’s not whispering

Am I just shooting at mirrors?

Trying to teach the cat to kill the bird

But I think you’ll take me back again

At least that’s what I heard

Another opening day

And the chumps wear the crown

The closer came out and with just three pitches

The big man put him down

He was the sylph of filth

Caliph of the cataract eye

Putting the ball where you want it to go

Is like catching a beam of light

Am I just shooting at mirrors?

Trying to teach the cat to kill the bird

But I think you’ll take me back again

At least that’s what I heard

Am I just shooting at mirrors?

Trying to teach the cat to kill the bird

But I think you’ll take me back again

At least that’s what I heard