Unfair Prospects Lyrics - Wckr Spgt

My father's in the house and I'm left here out back. 

He wants me to do yardwork 

But my cat's in the sack. 

He tells me to follow him, he thinks that I've been bad. 

I think this house is way off base 

But my cat's in the bag. 

I fear the mower, reap the harvest 

climb the tower and look the farthest away from here. 

There's got to be away. 

From here, 

there's got to be a way from that. 

But my cat's in the back.