Nine lives, the cat drops dead,
Hanging from a guitar string.
But the teeth bite back, if they're right in head
Six kids eight fists He'll fight you
Dimes fly fast from the top of the sky
Its a race for their hidden worth.
But the IRS fight a damn good brawl
And they take it 'fore you even look.
Author notes
I had to love this. Plus I stole the line in the chorus from your prompt. Tongue-in-cheek enough? I guess it's kind of hard to understand because only I understand the six three nine eight deal, because its my own saying, but you can interpret it as you want.
A contest entry
- Write me a lyric for a new genre of music... by jezz-aussi.
600 points, ended July 11, 2007, 3 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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