Lyrics Seven Cats - The Residents

I love my telescope and I love looking out my window with it at night
The moon is so close, I can almost touch it
But I can't see Olympia tonight, she's usually right there in her room sitting, in her calm and quiet way
And her cat, that white cat glowing like a full moon he's always sleeping, sleeping right there in her lap

There's a cat on a rooftop over me
There's a cat in a doorway under me
There's a cat in window by a tree
There's a cat and he's looking back at me

But there's Olympia's cat, he's up on the roof, peacefully napping in the moonlight
And there's another cat, amazing he looks just like the other one
And over there in that doorway there's another one and they're identical, how strange
And there's another...

There's a cat and he's crying in the street
There's a cat and he's hiding quietly
There's a cat and he's not quite right I see
Seven cats and they look alike to me

There's someone coming up the street
He's all hunched over, kind of sneaking along like he doesn't want anybody to see him
He's just slinking from shadow to shadow

"Yeah, it kinda looks like the guy from that shop where I bought the telescope, yeah, that's him, yeah, I'm pretty sure that's him and
What's he doing?
He's stopping in front of the Professor's basement door
He looks like he's picking the lock, he's breaking into the prefoessors basement
Hey, I've got to stop him

Hey you, okay, stop what are you doing?
What is in that box?
Alright give me that, give me that box
Hey, the box is falling, it's falling
Hey, come back here!
Hey, what is that?
What's that I feel on the ground, it's so dark in here
Oh, he dropped his flashlight, oh, good well now I can see a little
It looks like the box came open, It's eyeballs, eyeballs on the floor
And what's that?
It's a body, it's Olypias body and she doesn't have any eyes
What is this place? It looks like some kind of a laboratory
And there's all these heads sitting on shelves,
Heads, dozens of heads, eyeless heads and they all look just like Olympia, oh, God, Olympia

He saw sightless souls and they look alike
They can't look back at all

I saw some swollen seaweed surrounding me like eels coming from a cloudy mass of me that never heals
The mass became a blister bursting open and revealed a dark and luscious liquid that became my favorite meal