[Intro: The Young Wizard (Acting as a Narrator)]
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 small tattered 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 carcass at a party when you're lit?
Or when you're out for rounds in town
To scout yourself another bitch?"
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 assed for livin' right
Get degrees and spend my life with what I've made from nine to five"
[Interlude: The Young Wizard (Acting as a Narrator) & Lausse The Cat]
The cat decided to take a stroll through his local park. *laughs*
He likes that park. (That's a very nice park, absolutely lovely)
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-assed with the lights
Heavy hand with the pint glass and dance in the night
After half-past three when the time starts
Barking the bystanders home 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 pass 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
[Outro: The Young Wizard (Acting as a Narrator)]
"That sounds bloody awful" said the girl
"How on earth did you get to lose your heart?
I know a wizard, who lives on top of the hill over yonder
Maybe he can help you..."