I thought my hands were making moves
But the lands and the grooves
Unequivocally prove the truth
How did I get so confused?
My path, totally askew
Tapped the karma bank til I overdrew
Could have been so much more shrew
With my moves and eschewed
The fast buck, the too good to be true
To Be Used (????)
Thought I was just payin' dues
Next thing I know, interviewed
Now stuck in a life sentence queue
Raged up, caged up, in an scrеw loose zoo
And all l view is bad news crеws
Face tattooed and gunnin' for you!
Gunnin' for you!

Got lost, clowder, group of cats
Lost cause, louder, dogs in a pack
Yes boss, now sir, mischief of rats
Numbers matter, we’re all stats
Cats, dogs
Cats, dogs, and rats
Cats, dogs
Cats, dogs, and rats
(Just pining)