Cat's Eye Resurrection

Cat, cat, cat
Cat's eye
Cat, cat, cat, cat
Splashing on my walls
My walls

But in the field the bodies are tied to their crosses their hair
Hanging down and the blood is rolling down their arms to the wai-ting-dogs

Bad, bad, bad
Bad doctors
Bad, bad, bad
Counting meat on the tables

In the field the bodies tied to the altar
The pope's mule sings a song of freedom
Freedom from his majesty the pope

Nazi, Nazi, Nazi
Butchers
Nazi, Nazi, Nazi
Waving their tongues in the air

Cat, cat, cat
Bad, bad, bad
Cat's eye resurrection