Cats Dogs  Rats
Rare Americans
[Verse 1]
I thought my hands were making moves
But the lands and the grooves
Unequivocally prove the truth
How did I get so confused?
My path, totally askew
Tapped the karma bank til I overdrew
Could have been so much more shrew
With my moves and eschewed
The fast buck, the too good to be true
Thought I was just payin' dues
Next thing I know, interviewed
Now stuck in a life sentence queue
Raged up, caged up, in an screw loose zoo
And all l view is bad news crews
Face tattooed and gunnin' for you!

[Chorus]
Got lost, clowder, group of cats
Lost cause, louder, dogs in a pack
Yes boss, now sir, mischief of rats
Numbers matter, we’re all stats
[Post-Chorus]
Cats, dogs
Cats, dogs, and rats
Cats, dogs
Cats, dogs, and rats

[Verse 2]
(Just pining) Second chance at the life I blew
(Just whining) About the permanent concrete view
(Just lining) Up for the institution stew
My kid grew up, “no pops” tattoo
Weight, can’t pay back I O U
Daily praying, life was peek-a-boos
Story time with Winnie the Pooh
Right through to a big debut, for you
But I don’t know a thing about you
Nothing about you
Could be livin’ like your old man
Testin' the avenue
But I don’t have a fucking clue!
No, I don’t have a fucking clue!

[Chorus]
Got lost, clowder, group of cats
Lost cause, louder, dogs in a pack
Yes boss, now sir, mischief of rats
Numbers matter, we’re all stats
[Outro]
Cats, dogs
Cats, dogs, and rats
Cats, dogs
Cats, dogs, and rats
Cats, dogs
Cats, dogs, and rats
Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2018, titled "Cats Dogs  Rats", by artist "Rare Americans".