The black cat firecracker
Snapped back baseball cappin'
Coca-cola sippin' on the suds
Wearing penny loafers
His Sunday best ain't good enough
For the rest of the world
Yet he stands in line
And waits on his turn
The complex, disconfigured man
Unassociated, agitated with the careful
Investigator taking notes
He slowly tip toes towards the dark
Watercolor sunset
Painted before his eyes
The gateway has been open
To the wonders of his mind
He was a nonbeliever
Now without a doubt
He looks up at the clouds
The chemical swirls fading in and out
The peacekeeper drafted into war
With a loaded rifle
Unaware of consequences
Cold war ended with spaceship
Has kind of shakers
He has been programmed to believe a lie
Yet he stands there with a gun
In the front line
Blood red color sunset
Painted before his eyes
The veil has been lifted
As he watches his friends
Drop like flies
He was a nonbeliever
Now without a doubt
He looks down at his paws
The guts he has spluttered to the ground
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
The family got the letter
It was a message, clear and true
The hero, he has fallen
For the red, white and blue
And he was a nonbeliever
Now without a doubt
His body lay 6ft under the ground
The black cats 9 lives, they ran out