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Continental Cats Lyrics

We drop by giving up the laughs galore.
But when it's time to go we're solo out the door.
It always hits us in the a** on the way.
Makes us feel we're alive,
or at least okay.
I'aint might be gain, but feeling good's the goal.
This cat's pushing #9.
He's got nothing to lose.
The d***ed don't cry 'til the fire flies.
They got nothing to lose.
This snake's eyeing his behind.
He's got nothing to lose.
Yeah we've got nothing to lose.
Squaresville, squaresville is the only place
you won't find on our treasure map of deep disgrace.
Well-oh-well rounded's our aim.
Continental, sentimental,
usually disdained.
We land standing on life #8.
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Nightmare Scenario (2000)
Point A to Point Blank Automatic Teller End of the Great Credibility Race Too Much Killer's Kiss Continental Cats Intermission Spanish Fly by Night The Roof Your Beaten Heart Turning Tricks Wine and Depression Quarter to Four