Rare Americans - Cats, Dogs & Rats Lyrics

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 I 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 f*cking clue!
No, I don't have a f*cking 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