Song: Flat Tin Roof

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125 bpm

Observational song about some kerfuffles between man and beasts.

There's a cat on a hot tin roof

And it's looking right at me

Curly-Q, tail in a loop

It's all that I can see


Try to move, make my escape

Its eyes follow my every step

Claws drawn, teeth bared, locked in a stare

I think it's bound to go down right now


There's a dog on a flat tin roof

Its fur as white as the snow

Eyes wide, ears in the air

How it got there, I don't know


Trapped again, I look around

Quiet pierced by a wicked growl

A canine conflict rears its ugly head

As the predator begins to howl