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There's a light on my street
But it's broken, so it mostly stays dark
And in the darkness I see them, they know they're creeping
And most things are frightening through lace curtains
As I smoke in my fear and I slowly breathe

I saw a woman in scrubs
Pull drugs straight out of a tree
I guess that's just the entropy working against us

And slowly everything will fall apart
And the dust will grow more dust
And I'll be staring out my window for the fear they will come

Just like feral cats
Just like feral cats

So it's late at night
And I listen to the BBC World Service
Waiting for that inevitable African machete
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop

And it will come to all of us
And I can read it
And we'll just keep on breeding and breeding and breeding

Just like feral cats
Just like feral cats

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