Plea from a Cat Named Virtute (Live)

Plea from a Cat Named Virtute (Live) - The Weakerthans

Written by：Stephen Car

Why don't you ever wanna play

I'm tired of this piece of string

You sleep as much as I do now and you

Don't eat much of anything

I don't know who you're talking to

I made a search through every room

But all I found was dust that moved

In shadows of the afternoon

And listen

About those bitter songs you sing

They're not helping anything

They won't make you strong

So we should open up the house

Invite tabby two doors down

You could ask your sister if

She doesn't bring her basset hound

Ask the things you shouldn't miss

Tape his and modern man

Cold war and card catalogs

To come join us if they can

For girly drinks and parlor games

We'll pass around the easy lie

Of absolutely no regrets

And later maybe you could try

To let your losses dangle off

The sharp edge of a century

We'll talk about the weather or

How the weather use to be

I'll cater

With all the birds that I can kill

Let their tiny feathers fill

Disappointment

I'll lie down

And lick the sorrow from your skin

Scratch the terror and begin

To believe you're strong

All you ever want to do is

Drink and watch TV

And frankly that thing doesn't really interest me

I swear I'm gonna bite you hard and taste

Your tinny blood

If you don't stop the self defeating

Lies you've been repeating

Since the day you brought me home

If you don't stop the self defeating

Lies you've been repeating

Since the day you brought me home

I know you're strong