In the cracks of the street   You'll be hearing all the tracks of the street   In the hole of the plan   You'll be feeling all the shit from the fan   All the cats on the scene   Can't stop licking and it's   Curdling the cream      All you kitty cats   Crawling up the slats   Won't you lick it up   Lap it up      There's a rattling   From the tins   And a battle   Rising up from the bins   So what you read?   What you fed?   Broken bread everywhere that I tread   All the cats on the scene   Can't stop licking and it's   Curdling the cream      All you kitty cats   Crawling up the slats   Won't you lick it up   Lap it up      Broken bread   You leave me broken.