Myxomatosis. (Judge, Jury & Executioner.)
The mongrel cat came homeHolding half a headProceeded to show it offTo all his new found friendsHe said I been where I likedI slept with who I likedShe ate me up for breakfastShe screwed me in a viceBut now I don't know why I feel so tongue tied
I sat in the cupboardAnd wrote it down in neatThey were cheering and wavingTwitching and salivating like with myxomatosisBut it got edited, fucked up, strangled, beaten upUsed as a photo in Time magazineBuried in a burning black hole in DevonI don't know why I feel so tongue tiedDon't know why I feel so skinned alive
My thoughts are misguided and a little naiveI twitch and salivate like with myxomatosisYou should put me in a homeOr you should put me downI got myxomatosis, I got myxomatosisNow no one likes a smart arseBut we all like starsThat wasn't my intention, I did it for a reasonIt must have got mixed up, strangled, beaten upI got myxomatosis, I got myxomatosisBut now I don't know why I feel so tongue tied