Cat and Mouse - Oxbow

Down and off in the dirt

The juice starts to pump

Like a fire hydrant

Driving great walls

Of fuck

Into the animal streets

And sunshine never fails to die

In the nightclub muscular throb throb throb

And squeal of pain

While the cat and mouse

Play the cat and mouse game

Waiting for the days of rain

Coming down in buckets of black

Machine-gunning this rickety shack

Cats and mouse and dogs at the door

And when it rains it always pours

She runs in the dark spaces

She pounces and chases

And grins spread on three faces

Hers and mine and the evil behind