Cat Food
Lady supermarket with an apple in her basket
Knocks in the managers door;
Grooning to the muzak from a speaker in shoe rack
Lays out her goods on the floor;
Everything shes chosen is conveniently frozen.
Eat it and come back for more!
Lady window shopper with a new one in the hopper
Whips up a chemical brew;
Croaking to a neighbour while she polishes a sabre
Knows how to flavour a stew.
Never need to worry with a tin of hurri curri:
Poisoned especially for you!
No use to complain
If youre caught out in the rain;
Your mothers quite insane.
Cat food cat food cat food again.
Lady yellow stamper with a fillet in a hamper
Dying to finish the course;
Goodies for the table with a fable on the label
Drowning in miracle sauce.
Dont think I am that rude if I tell you that its cat food,
Not even fit for a horse!
song performed by King Crimson
Added by Lucian Velea
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