Cat Cinema

My pet ghost is a very bad ghost
He wears my failures on his conscience
I think of all the things that I could've got done
Without that goddamn ghost

On my doorstep
Playing with himself
Scaring all the local children
When I got home I didn't have a home
Just a hole in the ground where the Google Earth car crashed

My bad knee would be the first to admit
That he's let me down, I'm sure
I think of all the slag heaps that I might have enjoyed
Without that dickhead knee

In the distance
Staring at the sun waiting for another taxi
When I got home I didn't have a knee
Just a face in the groin where the underwritten lines go

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Cat cinema, cat cinema
Cat cinema, cat cinema
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Cat cinema, cat cinema
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