Have
mercy, Lord, have mercy
Upon this
dying cat
Whose life
You're taking back early
And should
in three days flat
For it was
just a baby
Whose
heart was just as pure
And I
don't ask that maybe
You might
provide a cure
For one
whose end was near
But that
it might not suffer
But angel
voices hear
As each
last breath gets tougher
And vision
slowly fades
Of waiting
men with spades,
As vision
slowly fades
Of waiting
men with spades.
