BLACK CATS PATH
(lyrics written & sang by M. Connelly)

Ya act like a victim-
Victim of the system
Make excuses for the good life you never had

Live so dramatic
Make a big deal out of nothing
Your train's gonna pass-
    on the tracks south down your veins

   Ya say the game ain't fair
   But you're feeling sorry for yourself
   Sticking holes in your soul
   'Til your body withers away

   New crack in the mirror
   You've already crossed the Black Cats Path

Oh- Bad Luck's on the way
Oh- Bad Luck's on the way
Oh- Bad Luck's on the way
            Oh- Yeah

You're junkin' up your veins
At the ghetto shootin' gallery
That burnt bottom spoon-
    is the shovel diggin' out your grave

Your roller coaster ride
Is crashing into a five-O raid
Where smack's the puppet master-
    in a dump of strung up slaves

   Friends try to help ya
   But ya don't need help gettin' to hell
   Twenty years old- cleaned up
   And still a mess

   New crack in the mirror
   You've already crossed the Black Cats Path

Oh- Bad Luck's on the way
Oh- Bad Luck's on the way
Oh- Bad Luck's on the way
            Oh- Yeah

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