"Glass Cats" lyrics - THROWING MUSES

THROWING MUSES
"Glass Cats"

So leave the bottom feeders to their old shrines
We'll hang in heaven with our own kind

Sunday morning sleet
Just a little mercy
Boy you make it shine

Outside is blue
In this house it's golden
Boy you make it shine

So leave the bottom feeders to their old shrines
We'll hang in heaven with our own kind