Cat, cat, cat, cat eye
Cats, cats, cats, cats splashing on my walls, ah
My walls
But in the field the bodies are tied
To the their crosses, their hair hanging down
And the blood is rolling down their arms
To the waiting dogs
Bad, bad, bad, bad doctors
Bad, bad, bad counting the meat on the tables, ah
In the field the bodies are tied
To the altar
Pope's mule sings a song of freedom
Freedom from his majesty, the pope
Nazi, Nazi, Nazi, butchers
Nazi, Nazi, Nazi, waving their tongues in the air
Cat, cat, cat, bad, bad, bad
Cat’s Eye Resurrection