Myxomatosis

The mongrel cat came home
 Holding half a head
 Proceeded to show it off
 To all his newfound friends
 He said, I been where I liked
 I slept with who I liked
 She ate me up for breakfast
 She screwed me in a vice
 But now I don't know why
 I feel so tongue-tied
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 I sat in the cupboard
 And wrote it down in neat
 They were cheering and waving, cheering and waving
 Twitching and salivating like with myxomatosis
 It got edited fucked up
 Strangled, beaten up
 Used as a photo in Time Magazine
 Buried in a burning black hole in Devon
 I
 Don't
 Know
 Why I
 Feel
 So
 Tongue-tied
 Don't
 Know
 Why
 I feel
 So
 Skinned alive
 My thoughts are misguided and a little naive
 I twitch and I salivate like with myxomatosis
 You should put me in a home, or you should put me down
 I got myxomatosis, I got myxomatosis
 Yeah, no one likes a smart-ass, but we all like stars
 That wasn't my intention, I did it for a reason
 It must have got mixed up, strangled, beaten up
 I got myxomatosis, I got myxomatosis and
 I
 Don't
 Know
 Why I
 Feel
 So
 Tongue-tied