Black Cat - Valley Boy

Can we take it lower?

Don’t stop again

Fighting in bus stops

Crying in subways

Losing our baggage

In public transit

What we’re thinking over

Getting drunk again

I need a bed and you’ve been a black cat

I see a black cat in the moon

And we’re walking down the path

To run from

You’ve got bad luck, but it’s my luck

To-oo run from, in terror

You’ve got bad luck, but it’s my luck

Ooh, whoa

Nobody’s been around bars, and

Driving in the backseat of immigrant cars

And gold mine inventions can face-swap you a smile

And I’ll forgive you for a whi-i-ile

'Cause it’s your homefield advantage

Swedish and Spanish

All your milder flavors and manners

And all our happy endings

Uhh, until you’re losing your place in a month

And that job that I spent half a year on ain’t paying