Our Old Centre Back - Cats On Fire

Written by：Mattias Björkas

I can see your silhouette from where I sit

Not all of your garden lights are properly lit

Now I was the one suppose to go on the attack

You are in the house with our old centre back

He learned the secret of a good sales pitch

My sources tell me that he's filthy rich

You mistook me for the painter at the private view

I was merely standing in the champagne queue

But if you think I look good in a beret

Then I'd be more than happy

To be there and to get the chance to say

That art just imitates football

Now from my view here behind the tree

It's easy to see why it's him and not me

A towering figure projected on the shade

Our centre back he was never afraid

Now I was never much of a number nine

And I thought I was too bright for the assembly line

You mistook me for the painter at the private view

I was merely standing in the alcohol queue

But if you think I look good in a beret

Then I'd be more than happy

To be there and to get the chance to say

That life just imitates football