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lausse the cat - motor city lyrics

[intro: the young wizard]

gather ’round, boys, girls and children; i have a fable to read to you all. our story begins on a warm summer’s day; in a small tattered town; in a small tattered house, where a tattered small cat resided… mainly in his bed. a sad cat, rendered cold and withered by the whispers of his past actions

the cat lay alone in his tattered bed… wondering… and pondering… his lonesome thoughts

[verse 1: lausse the cat]

they ask me, “lausse
why you never step a nike out your house?
why you always in the dark with lights but only at your snout?
why we only see your carc-ss at a party when you’re lit?
or when you’re out for rounds in town
to scout yourself another b-tch?”
i said, i said “i don’t see the point in gettin’ dressed
i don’t even see the point in gettin’ breakfast if i’m honest
some would say i fit the symptoms of depressed and alcoholic
but a smile’s upon my face when i’m in bed and writin’ sonnets
maybe i’m just not the problem, but the world i walk upon
where i live, the sun don’t shine – or very little to my knowledge
all i see is battered people on the powder gettin’ on it
seems we live for fun – but when it’s done
we live for battered sausage
i don’t wanna make my money doin’ nothin’ in an office
i don’t wanna spend my money on a coffee or a bonnet
with a godly brand upon it
i ain’t -ssed for livin’ right
get degrees and spend my life with what i’ve made from nine to five”

[interlude: the young wizard & lausse the cat]

the cat decided to take a stroll through his local park. -laughs-
he likes that park. (lausse: that’s a very nice park.)
and as he sat down on his favorite bench, a small girl in a blue dress came up to him and asked, “why do you look so sad?”
the cat answered:

[verse 2: lausse the cat]

motor city, half–ssed with the lights
heavy hand with the pint gl-ss and dance in the night
after half-past three when our time starts
bark in a bystander tone with a fight and a scratch card

life in motor city ain’t much
grey skies lie here, and a couple mecca bingoes
bin-ridden streets full of sin-ridden teens
with some dim-litten lights while the kitten doth feel low

bystanders try p-ss the time
with a pint in their hand and some lines and a fiver
see more than four times a day the demise of a soul
asking wide-eyed for change or a lighter

life in this mess makes a heart numb
i ventured a quest to inspect why my heart’s wrong
backpack my way through the thrills of a young man
and fast forward with time and it seems that my heart’s gone

- lausse the cat lyrics

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