Neo-swing and metal-esque genre-blending anthem with an admonition not to blend in with the world. I dare you to try it without getting scratched.
Lyrics
So I hear your status quo is seven figures and some change
Your running with the debutantes of the day; have friends and foes been re-arranged?
Sinner saint, same difference, right? you start to blur after a while
Emnity begins here as you loiter down the last mile
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You might as well--
Catch a running cat, throw it on it’s back, don’t get scratched…man I’d like to see that
Catch a running cat, throw it on it’s back, don’t get scratched…man you just can’t do that
So I see your name in lights and papparazzi on the move
Moral leanings safely tucked out of sight; no left right ballyhoo
Debutantes in worldly haunts will calmly starve the fattest fly
‘Cause In the land of two masters, the protege won’t survive
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It’s like throwing peas in a strawberry cake;
It’s like putting ketchup in your hot chocolate
It’s like putting onions in apple pie
It’s like putting pineapple on pizza--no wait--pineapple and ham on pizza is pretty good--
But it’s like putting pineapple on pizza--without the ham! You definitely can’t do that.
Ferret out the flatter notes, don’t overstock the madding frey
Tarry at the corner of black and white, the vision starts to grey
Recollect how lot had fared, his wife a salt figurine
Pet a tame or feral cat, the fur will always cling
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