You think you're in control,
You think life's pretty good:
You have a nice home, a good job,
A pleasant partner, it's cool.
Then some random thing happens,
(In my case someone killed my cat),
And you realise that it's not cool,
You're not in control,
That at any moment your cosy life
Can be fucked up by some psycho.
My cat died yesterday,
She was beautiful,
She loved me.
She's gone -
Somebody killed her.
If I knew who'd done it,
I'd burn their fucking house down.
But I don't know. All I know is,
They're out there, somewhere.