The cat is on a hot tin roof  And I guess that is another proof  Why things are not working out  The grapes of wrath turned sour again  I have to come up with another plan  Can’t remember what this fight was about  But know it’s not my fault    Give me back what you have taken  Everything is mine  Only the blame is yours  You can take your pills and all your bills and  Shove ‘em up your ass  Go fight other wars    Like the day I sold your ugly guitar  And you thought I went a little bit too far  But my ears said: go girl go  And my ears and my eyes can never be wrong  Was like giving birth to a whale  And I guess that meant, it’s not ok