Many Kettles

Cats on the rooftop sleeping
But one of these nights
To the sound
Of crickets croaking
We will awake
And boiling over
In disgust like kettles
We will turn the world
Upon it's head
We are the Holy Cats

I am the Holy Cat
I am the Almighty
Many kettles boil within me

Amen

Out of my window
Factories down below
Cat on the rooftop sleeps
Rusty panels that leak
I see the prison walls
I see the market stalls
I hear the tram bells ring
I smell the open drains
What if just once at night
Over these roofs took flight
Fiery red Phoenix bird
Sparks fly across the sky
Factories can't be seen
Prison cannot be seen
Just like they hadn't been
Just
I know that this could be
For it is what I see