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

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