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Cat out of Hell


Date: Wed, 22 Nov 2000 20:18:47 +0000
To: elfin <filks@lspace.org>
From: MegaMole
Subject: Re: [web-discuss] CVS: lspace/fandom/filks

From my site:

Cat Out of Hell

to Bat out of Hell, Meat Loaf

Published early 2000

The vixens are screaming and the wolves are howling,
way down in the valley tonight.
There's a man in the shadows with a patch on his eye,
and his teeth shining oh so bright.

Well, there's witches in the air and there's scumble in the sky,
and a killer's on the Lancre streets...
Oh and down in the castle where the dead are rising,
Oh I swear I saw a zombie down in the gutter,
He was starting to foam in the heat.

Oh Nanny, you're the only one in this whole world
that doesn't see me and scream;
And wherever you are and wherever you go,
I've always got a bowl of cream...
But I gotta get out,
I gotta break it out now,
Before the final crack of dawn.
So we gotta make the most of this basket near the fireplace -
When it's over you know,
We'll both be so alone...

Like a cat out of hell
I'll be gone when the morning comes.
When the night is over
Like a cat out of hell
I'll be gone, gone, gone.
Like a cat out of hell
I'll be gone when the morning comes.
But when the day is done and the sun goes down,
and the moonlight's shining through,
Then my claws will scrape on the flap in the doorway,
And I'll come purring on back to you.

I'm gonna hit the forest like a battering ram,
I'll be a cat walkin' by myself;
Well the air it is hot and the hormones are hungry,
and I might decide to rape an elf;
Well, they're all afraid of me in this rotten old hole,
Everything is stunted and lost.
And I've peed on all the rocks
And I've clawed at all the trolls
And nothing's ever worth the cost...

And I know that I'm damned if I never get out,
And maybe I'm damned if I do,
But with every other beat I've got left in my heart,
You know I'd rather be damned with you.
If I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned,
yowling through the night with you.
If I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned.
Gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned.
If I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned,
Yowling through the night
Yowling through the night
Yowling through the night with you.

Oh Nanny, you're the only one in this whole world
that doesn't see me and scream;
And wherever you are and wherever you go,
I've always got a bowl of cream...
But I gotta get out,
I gotta break it out now,
Before the final crack of dawn.
So we gotta make the most of this basket near the fireplace -
When it's over you know,
We'll both be so alone...

Like a cat out of hell
I'll be gone when the morning comes.
When the night is over
Like a cat out of hell
I'll be gone, gone, gone.
Like a cat out of hell
I'll be gone when the morning comes.
But when the day is done and the sun goes down,
and the moonlight's shining through,
Then my claws will scrape on the flap in the doorway,
And I'll come purring on back to you.

I can see myself sittin' on your broom,
Faster than any other cat has ever gone.
And my ear is raw but my claws are sharp.
No-one's gonna stop me now,
I gotta make my escape.
But I can't stop thinking of pussy,
and I never see the change until it's way too late.
I never see the change 'till it's way too late.
'Cause I'm flying on a broomstick yowling at the Genua moon,
Staring at a cockerel in a hut in a green bayou...
And I think somebody somewhere must be beating a drum.
And the last thing I see is the mask,
Still ginger,
Breaking out of my body,
And changing shape,
Like a cat out of hell.

I can see myself sittin' on your broom,
Faster than any other cat has ever gone.
And my ear is raw but my claws are sharp.
No-one's gonna stop me now,
I gotta make my escape.
But I can't stop thinking of pussy,
and I never see the change until it's way too late.
I never see the change 'till it's way too late.
'Cause I'm flying on a broomstick yowling at the Genua moon,
Staring at a cockerel in a hut in a green bayou...
And I think somebody somewhere must be beating a drum.
And the last thing I see is the mask,
Still ginger,
Breaking out of my body,
And changing shape,
Like a cat out of hell,
Like a cat out of hell,
Like a cat out of hell!


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