cat food lyrics – king crimson

lady supermarket with an apple in her basket
knocks in the manager’s door;
grooning to the muzak from a speaker in shoe rack
lays out her goods on the floor;
everything she’s chosen is conveniently frozen.
eat it and come back for more!

lady window shopper with a new one in the hopper
whips up a chemical brew;
croaking to a neighbour while she polishes a sabre
knows how to flavour a stew.
never need to worry with a tin of ‘hurri curri’:
poisoned especially for you!

no use to complain
if you’re caught out in the rain;
your mother’s quite insane.
cat food cat food cat food again.

lady yellow stamper with a fillet in a hamper
dying to finish the course;
goodies for the table with a fable on the label
drowning in miracle sauce.
don’t think i am that rude if i tell you that it’s cat food

not even fit for a horse!

/ king crimson lyrics