Scratch, Scratch, Scratch - Vic Chesnutt

Scratch, scratch, scratch

Goes the cat on the carpet

She stepped in the blue water bowl

Twitch, twitch, twitch goes my eyelid

My tounge in a cavity hole

I lost my passport one hairy night

I think they found it in the bald-bulb light

Now I wait calmly in the holiday cold

My love is lent out, tucked in a skinfold

My love is lent out, tucked in a skinfold

There goes my baby

Not really in the middle of the murder

Surely left of center of the swirl

I bolster my conviction as a character reference

With a sweetie-neatie drop of pearl

The crowd at the courthouse

Passed around the flu

Blew through steamy faces

Still in shock in the parking lot

Freezing, doing sunday suit paces

Then we were dismissed

And I drove alone to a friend’s

Then we were dismissed

And I drove alone to a friend’s