(I know it's somewhere) (Somewhere) If you're looking for the old house this is the way Call me on a Sunday, baby, tell me to stay Walk me off a cliff as you float in the air And I'll fall straight down while I reach for your hair You should've been the rainstorm I'd have been dirt We'd washed away and sunk deep in the earth But no, I was a dog And you were a rat Oh here come the cats So blow me like a Kennedy Burn like a sun I will be the bullet, baby You'll be the gun Rock me like a senator Kidnap the judge But you're gonna have to torture me To shut me up Here come the cats Run little rat Here come the cats Run little rat You can play the landslide I can play dead We can toss around all the knives in your head Jesus will come back And he'll settle some fire And you and I will sing again I can still remember you Sitting in the kitchen Laughing in the distance, darling I shouldn't miss it But it used to thrill me I guess I miss it You exist to kill me So lock me up Toss the key Wash away the sins at mass Little rats might set you free But Here come the cats So blow me like a Kennedy Burn like the sun I will be the bullet, baby You'll be the gun Rock me like a senator Kidnap the judge But you're gonna have to torture me To shut me up Here come the cats Run little rat Here come the cats Run little rat (Ha ha ha ha) (Ha ha ha ha) (Brrrrp Brrrrp) (Hahaha) (Any second now) (I think they're almost here)