No More Fighting Cats, Ok? Lyrics & Chords By Des Ark

Every excuse that we make for men makes it that much harder to take pride in them.
He does it every night & the women find a way to make it all seem all alright.

You get that shit out of yr arms & you get well right now, you scrub that smell all off yr body, have dinner with the family, start picking me up on time, you stop taking my car when i tell you that it's mine for the night.

Every excuse that we make for men makes it that much harder to take pride in them.
He does it every night & the women find a way to make it all seem all alright.