Two Murderous Cats

A wasteful life torn at the neck

Lying dead on the ground

Their kills are always sopping wet

And some are never found

They go out and hunt each chance they get

Any excuse to get out the house

They spend their days dashing down the road

Going Close to the speed of light

I don’t think it’s the life chose but

They seem to manage alright.

They hunt and run around as if they’re ‘bout to explode

But they don’t ever seem to fight

I try to stop them but I just can’t

Coz I’m just too damn fat

They always hunt in the back coz if they hunt in the front

They’d just end up flat

The things they hunt haven’t done any wrong

But they don’t care about that

I guess that’s what it’s like

Living with two murderous cats

Time and time again I’ve seen them there

Killing some innocent soul

I start to scream and wave my arms

Before they Eat the poor thing whole

But I always get there a little too late

The bird is animals already cold

Even though the animals don’t know what’s right

And they have no moral direction

I can’t help but see them as bad

I just can’t hide my objection

I would stop every murder if I could

But could never offer that protection

I try to stop them but I just can’t

Coz I’m just too damn fat

They hunt in the back coz if they hunt in the front

They’d just end up flat

The birds they hunt haven’t done any wrong

But they don’t care about that

I guess that’s what it’s like

Living with two murderous cats

Every night when I go to bed

That’s when I start to wonder

That even though I’ve never killed

And I never will in the future

I also eat flesh that was alive

And when I hear the thunder

Does that mean I’m as bad as two murderous cats?