Heir To The Grindstone

Cats Are Aliens

I see myself in him

In the pieces that broke

Gently broken shards of good luck

He can see stars

He can see nothing but

He can scream hard

And that's all that we want

Right-angle corners to pack it in tight

Look at this, I fit just right

Big star non-starter

Must try harder

See you later

God



Now it's all been said

I wish it had been said by me

The table's already laid

But I'm setting a place for me

And my slice of the legacy



It's not me I see in the pieces that broke

Keep your head in the sand and your nose to the throne

It's not me I see in the pieces that broke

Keep your head in the sand and your nose to the throne



Quite a crowd has gathered in the stable

Find some flannel shirts to line the cradle

Quite a crowd has gathered in the stable

Find some flannel shirts to line the cradle

You have risen from the cradle

Bow down, Lord of the Unstable



Must try harder...



Big star non-starter

Must try harder

See you later

God