| Song | Catfish |
| Artist | Man Without Country |
| Album | Maximum Entropy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| And so you stare into the abyss | |
| To find the feathers from your empty pillow slip | |
| ‘Cause you were born to be a catfish | |
| Within the boundaries of the brine we coexist | |
| Before I saturate my sorrow | |
| I slice and separate the sequence frame by frame | |
| To trace the footsteps I once followed | |
| We’re distant chromosomes that live in the same vein | |
| Go throw your money at a dead horse | |
| Keep up the masquerade | |
| Your beaten track lead me to a closed door | |
| Now I’m laying on your waterboard | |
| Go throw your money at a dead horse | |
| Keep up the masquerade | |
| Your beaten track lead me to a closed door | |
| So don’t expect a curtain call | |
| And when you dragged me to the gallows | |
| Along the thoroughfares we bent the blind alleys | |
| The clouds concealed us in their shadows | |
| Till they collapsed and slowly drowned our levity | |
| Go throw your money at a dead horse | |
| Keep up the masquerade | |
| Your beaten track lead me to a closed door | |
| Now I’m laying on your waterboard | |
| Go throw your money at a dead horse | |
| Keep up the masquerade | |
| Your beaten track lead me to a closed door | |
| So don’t expect a curtain call |
| And so you stare into the abyss | |
| To find the feathers from your empty pillow slip | |
| ' Cause you were born to be a catfish | |
| Within the boundaries of the brine we coexist | |
| Before I saturate my sorrow | |
| I slice and separate the sequence frame by frame | |
| To trace the footsteps I once followed | |
| We' re distant chromosomes that live in the same vein | |
| Go throw your money at a dead horse | |
| Keep up the masquerade | |
| Your beaten track lead me to a closed door | |
| Now I' m laying on your waterboard | |
| Go throw your money at a dead horse | |
| Keep up the masquerade | |
| Your beaten track lead me to a closed door | |
| So don' t expect a curtain call | |
| And when you dragged me to the gallows | |
| Along the thoroughfares we bent the blind alleys | |
| The clouds concealed us in their shadows | |
| Till they collapsed and slowly drowned our levity | |
| Go throw your money at a dead horse | |
| Keep up the masquerade | |
| Your beaten track lead me to a closed door | |
| Now I' m laying on your waterboard | |
| Go throw your money at a dead horse | |
| Keep up the masquerade | |
| Your beaten track lead me to a closed door | |
| So don' t expect a curtain call |
| And so you stare into the abyss | |
| To find the feathers from your empty pillow slip | |
| ' Cause you were born to be a catfish | |
| Within the boundaries of the brine we coexist | |
| Before I saturate my sorrow | |
| I slice and separate the sequence frame by frame | |
| To trace the footsteps I once followed | |
| We' re distant chromosomes that live in the same vein | |
| Go throw your money at a dead horse | |
| Keep up the masquerade | |
| Your beaten track lead me to a closed door | |
| Now I' m laying on your waterboard | |
| Go throw your money at a dead horse | |
| Keep up the masquerade | |
| Your beaten track lead me to a closed door | |
| So don' t expect a curtain call | |
| And when you dragged me to the gallows | |
| Along the thoroughfares we bent the blind alleys | |
| The clouds concealed us in their shadows | |
| Till they collapsed and slowly drowned our levity | |
| Go throw your money at a dead horse | |
| Keep up the masquerade | |
| Your beaten track lead me to a closed door | |
| Now I' m laying on your waterboard | |
| Go throw your money at a dead horse | |
| Keep up the masquerade | |
| Your beaten track lead me to a closed door | |
| So don' t expect a curtain call |