In this city, you're either at the table... or on the menu. ... The streetlights flicker on the edge of the rug I don’t need a crown, I don’t need a hug I move like a shadow, no sound on the floor Collecting my taxes at the kitchen door. The Family is silent, we watch from the heights The kings of the cupboards, the lords of the nights One flick of the tail, and the signal is sent You’re living on my turf, and I’m here for the rent. ... The red dot is dancing, but I never miss A flick of the whisker, a cold, sharp hiss The shadows are calling, the pavement is cold A story of silver, a story of gold. ... It’s a velvet glove with a hidden blade In the city of mice, the debts are paid Nine lives to lose, but I’m keeping them all Sitting like a Don on the garden wall. No barking, no begging, just cold, sharp eyes A feline empire under moonlit skies. ... They call me "The Claw," I don’t leave a trace Clean up the evidence, wash off my face The Rat in the basement? He’s history now I made him an offer with a silent "Meow." From the top of the fridge, I survey my domain Through sunshine and thunder, through catnip and rain Keep your dogs on a leash, keep your secrets tucked deep ‘Cause the Godfather watches while the neighborhood sleeps. ... Loyalty is thick, but the milk is thin Don't let the stray dogs let themselves in. One wrong move, one slip of the paw And you’ll find out the weight of the feline law. No Mercy! ... It’s a velvet glove with a hidden blade In the city of mice, the debts are paid Nine lives to lose, but I’m keeping them all Sitting like a Don on the garden wall. No barking, no begging, just cold, sharp eyes A feline empire under moonlit skies. ... Nine lives... and I haven't even used one. Keep the cream. I'll take the city.
