That White Cat

I see him through my window
The white neighborhood 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-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