كلمات That White Cat

I see him through my window The white neighbourhood cat marking my house It's supposed to be my house But I guess, according to cats, now it's his house Mama told me: Things will leave you They get broken, they get lost The only thing you can trust Is what you lived through Mama, how 'bout when I die? What do you hold onto? Hey Ya, ya-ya-ya-ya Ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya Ya, ya-ya-ya-ya Ya, ya-ya-ya-ya Ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya Ya, ya-ya-ya-ya Gotta go to work To pay for that cat's house For the red-corseted wasp Who lives in the roof For the family of possums For the bugs who drink my blood And the birds who eat those bugs So that white cat can kill the birds What do you hold onto? Hey Ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya Ya, ya Ya, ya-ya-ya-ya Ya, ya, ya-ya-ya Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya Ya, ya