There's a light on my street

But it's broken, so it mostly stays dark

And in the darkness I see them, they know they're creeping

And most things are frightening through lace curtains

As I smoke in my fear and I slowly breathe

I saw a woman in scrubs

Pull drugs straight out of a tree

I guess that's just the entropy working against us

And slowly everything will fall apart

And the dust will grow more dust

And I'll be staring out my window

for the fear they will come

Just like feral cats

Just like feral cats

Just like feral cats

Just like feral cats

So it's late at night

And I listen to the BBC World Service

Waiting for that inevitable African machete

Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop

And it will come to all of us

And I can read it

And we'll just keep on breeding and breeding and breeding

Just like feral cats

Just like feral cats

Just like feral cats

Just like feral cats