Febueder - Cater

I cater the man, I cater the blade
I cater the man who made the blade
I cater the rust, I cater the rain
I cater the toys that don’t get played

I cater the drum, I cater the beat
I cater the beat that made the drum
I cater the crop, I cater the craft
I cater the man who sold for shame

I cater the way, du di di dedum
I cater the son who don’t exist
I cater the cold, and cater from cold
I cater the light, I cater the house
I cater the stairs, I cater the ground
I cater the sharpest sweetest sound
I cater the myth, I cater the truth
I cater the speech

Don’t say I’ll do it I will
Magnitude honesty shield
His or her parents are ill
Abundance of passion concealed

Don’t say I’ll do it I will
Magnitude honesty shield
His or her parents are ill
Abundance of passion concealed

My granddaughter left me, she left it quite messy
I hope that you don’t mind her flaws
My granddaughter left me, she left it quite messy
I hope that you don’t mind her flaws
My granddaughter left me, she left it quite messy
I hope that you don’t mind her flaws