The Cats are walking down the alleyway tonight, 
licking clean the cans from [bad word] pile, 
the air is fragrant with the smell of chicken bones and the rest of the cities debris- this smoggy night. 

Hold me tightly my dear, 
I need you now, 
to feel less lonely in this lonely place 
When everybody stands so close, 
but won't look me in the eye, 
It's such a twisted life so 
hold me tight. 

Like pigs within a cage we are controlled, 
by traffic lights and other moulds, 
most of sing to the same old tune, 
except for the special few, 
who see through the hazy lights to 
a better view. 

Hold me tightly my dear, 
I need you now, 
to feel less lonely in this lonely place 
When everybody stands so close, 
but won't look me in the eye, 
It's such a crazy life so 
hold me tight. 
It's such a twisted life so 
hold me tight. 
It's such a crazy life so 
hold me tight.