Johnson Kittyphone, my morn has come My Christmas in September sun Ron, he will soon call just to take the fall and die. Lick my arm and scrub my face Contemplate and plot my chase Show Ramon my stuff, the punk has taunted me enough. He will let me out I'll hide beneath the house and wait. The dirt is cool beneath my paws Darkness provides camouflage The feeder brings him back Unsuspecting of attack. Some falls to the ground He'll never guess that I'm around. And it's so nice to be curious and free this way And it's so good to be the Predatory King today. Aaaah ... In a flash the blood runs fast Can't undo that broken back Feathers strewn about, his breath is getting short, running out. Sad he lost his fight But I know I'll sleep well tonight, tonight. And it's so nice to be curious and free this way And it's so good to be the Predatory King today. Aaaah ... Sad he lost his fight But I know I'll sleep well tonight, tonight.