The cats have been dreaming in the oven
All they want is something they can feel
The saints came marching through the window
Honestly, it didn't do it for me
Now there's a long dead horse
Always taking me to task
Getting to be such a bore
I've never been the kind for class
I was looking for a laugh
I was looking towards the past
Living in the deals
Off anything I could steal or feel
Edouard and Nietzsche are hanging off a ledge
All they want is something they can see
The angels fell silent on my shoulder
Honestly, it didn't do it for me
I tried to believe in the Word
Felt like trying to fly with the birds
I kept falling and calling out
Caught myself before I hit the ground
It ain't no use to me now
There's always something new to learn
There's always something new to burn
I'm leaving the low light reels
Betting there's something new
That I could steal or feel