THE HILL He stumbled clodded earth suckled feet in sodden ground, staggered the cobbled path to the churchyard. Steel drawn, a cloak of leaves he dragged in clay, down to the stile, dight primed for the fray. Safe inside, or so he thought, no haven here-Nothingness and dread, reborn to a godless field. And the church cat, sat on Reverend Loxley's grave-
CAT I'd just as soon warm my b**** by a burning church as by the gates of Hell. I'm not complaining-the churchyard's fair enough to catch a rat or two.
CAT & THE HILL Easy prey!
CAT To maul the weak, hunt the tame, just for fun I'll take the lame. That old b****** Loxley said, "God will provide" but wasn't there to do the hunting down.
CAT & THE HILL At least he had a hellfire God-Keen to smite, quick to pounce, black and white and eye-for-eye! At least he had a hellfire God-Keen to smite, quick to pounce, black and white and eye-for-eye!
CAT I'd just as soon warm my b**** by a burning church as by the gates of Hell. I'm not complaining-the churchyard's fair enough to catch a rat or two.
CAT & THE HILL Easy prey!
CAT To maul the weak, hunt the tame, just for fun I'll take the lame. That old b****** Loxley said, "God will provide" but wasn't there to do the hunting down.
CAT & THE HILL At least he had a hellfire God-Keen to smite, quick to pounce, black and white and eye-for-eye! At least he had a hellfire God-Keen to smite, quick to pounce, black and white and eye-for-eye!