Who’s That Cat ? Atmosphere

And a one and a two and a three and a four and
Who's that cat sitting in the back corner with his face buried in his notebook
Who's that kid who can use one hand to count every meal this month that was home cooked
As ugly as i am how is it that i manage to avoid sleeping in my own bed
Twenty-nine years old brain works like a motor so the diagnoses is bone dead

And he used to climb tree's and throw snow balls it was never a chore to endure
Don't know who's voice that it was that I heard but it told me to go search for a cure
So now I move with the ease of the breeze in the race to cross last place
Who's that cat sitting in the back corner with his heart laying in an ash tray

On the go where I go only god knows
Maybe I can see if I got rid of these obstacles, wiping down the residue with a paper towel
Screamin at the world from a stage tryin to wake the crowd
Make it loud, turn it up and drop off, shed a tear for every single sock that got lost
I gotta stop watch that tells a lot of lies, finish your drink first, and than we got apotheosized
Creepiest belief's smashed them with an ax on a quest to figure out the best route to relax
Went on a vacation, move over I'm back now, better believe the chief how quickly he sat down
And in the background, the soundtrack was caution
Woke up found himself lost in Texas, called the thirty-five up in the tele and meet me god
Don't even know what to tell me, so tell me?

Who's that cat sittin in the back corner with his face buried in a girlfriend
Who's that kid who wants to use one hand to count the days left until this world ends
As ugly as I am how is it that I manage to avoid sleeping in my own bed
Twenty-nine years old brain works like at motor so the diagnoses is bone dead