Banner Day For The Trash Cat

You said your goodbyes to the Wichita Genie
Everyone feels that way every now and again
I remember two Sundays in 1991 – I don’t know how it ends, I hope that we win

Before another 30 years passes
In the blink of a fretful slumber
Before the big wave crashes
Padding out the box office numbers

You put the abs in abject torture
You put the torture near the top
Watch you waking with the pastor
Watch the whole thing fall apart

Banner day for the trash cat

You were left behind by the Gideons
With a sponge and some rusty wrenches
Dug foxholes for the righteous
All the atheists are in the trenches

The tyranny of proximity kept your transactions at an arm’s length
And the enemy of your enemy was your enemy
Any weakness was your strength

You put the you in cruel and unusual
But you typically put yourself first
You always said that I knew you too well, you always said that you thought you were cursed

Banner day for the trash cat