The Mother Place

The Cat Empire

Whoah 
Up up and down from the country to the town 
From the streets to the city from the sky to the ground 
in the alleyways 
When the mad noise sound we be looking 
But still we haven't found what we're looking for 
For all of our days. Searching out prophets 
In this great big haze 
Of consumers, banks and commercial shit 
and most of the people they sit 

When think this is living a part of their lives 
But if this is living then our lives are in strife 
But now we be searching, searching for some space 
That's right we be in the search for the mother place. 

And when we get there by land or by sea 
By climbing up a mountain or swinging through some 
trees 
On arrival we'll get a sense of the place 
And we'll feel it in the air and the smiles on our face 
will grow 
When the living does begin 
When the banks they are burning 
And the mobiles don't ring no more 
Radiation will cease 
We'll be lying outside 
Drinking brews in the heat 

And at this destination we'll be doing what we want 
And not because it's fashion but because it's our 
response 
And we'll write and we'll read and we'll work and feed 
And won't need nothing from society 'cause i'm free 

And if you want we could write a post 
However those with the noise find that it's far 
Better to search for a better living 
Better to be alive than waiting for an ending 
and some might say 

That place don't exist 
It's something that you're dreaming 
It's something that you wish 

Reply is simple 
we'll say it to begin with 
(both) 
If we don't find a place 
Then we'll make it right here 
Cause we're rhyming for a reason 
We plan 'cause we can 
And we we didn't ask for permission 
And we enter with a bang 
And the empire saying 
Everyone should have a face 
That's why we be in the search 
For the mother place.