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The mongrel cat came home Holding half a head Proceeded to show it off To all his newfound friends He said: I been where I liked I slept with who I like She ate me up for breakfast She screwed me in a vice But now I don't know why I feel so tongue-tied I sat in the cupboard And wrote it down in neat They were cheering and waving, cheering and waving Twitching and salivating like with myxomatosis But it got edited, fucked up Strangled, beaten up Used in a photo in Time magazine Buried in a burning black hole in Devon And I don’t know why I feel so tongue-tied Don’t know why I feel so skinned alive My thoughts are misguided and a little naive I twitch and I salivate like with myxomatosis You should put me in a home or you should put me down I got myxomatosis, I got myxomatosis Yeah, no one likes a smart-ass but we all like stars That wasn't my intention, I did it for a reason Shook hands with the cripples and I gave them all milk I did a few card tricks for mafia geeks I don’t know why I feel so tongue-tied
