Fat Cat Keeps Getting Fatter
Start tearing the old man down
Run past the heather and down to the old road
Start turning the grain into the ground
Roll a new leaf over
In the middle of the night, there's an old man treading around in the gathered
rain
Hey mister if you're going to walk on water
Oh, could you drop a line my way?
Omaha, somewhere in middle America
Get right to the heart of matters
It's the heart that matters more
I think you better turn your ticket in, and get your money back at the door
Start threading the needle
Brush past the shuttle and slides through the c
Run past the heather and down to the old road
Start turning the grain into the ground
Roll a new leaf over
In the middle of the night, there's an old man treading around in the gathered
rain
Hey mister if you're going to walk on water
Oh, could you drop a line my way?
Omaha, somewhere in middle America
Get right to the heart of matters
It's the heart that matters more
I think you better turn your ticket in, and get your money back at the door
Start threading the needle
Brush past the shuttle and slides through the c
Pariah
Don't ask me I'll tell you no truth, locked the door of my mind,
Don't call me I'm too deaf to hear and my feelings too blind,
Don't plant the seeds of your love, now my soul is dead land,
I am gone on my ruins of past in the kingdom of sand.
CHORUS:
Desperate play with dying me
Passionate play of misery.
I'm the book with the pages torn out, I'm a woen out dress,
You will never slake your heart's thirst in my sea of distress,
Never more the tune of my life will resound in the air,
Run away and leave me alone on my road of despair.
CHORUS.