We're travellin' a missile
Weavin' through your cornfields
Leaving behind a trail of amateur porn and orange peels
Navigating through this basement
that masquerades as a nation
Practicing my acetate masturbation
Watching the expressions on the faces
of the ones designated to be the queens, kings, and aces
How many miles can you put on one soul
before the smile starts to blend into one big bullet hole?

Shoot through it as a unit with the best of my crew
Pumpin melodies and memories too
My head's killin' me, ooo
Stomach empty, my bladder is full
Two year old son on jaybird
Phone cryin' "ya missin' me?"
And I'm starvin' I'll bite your arm off
Saber tooth tiger, run the night with the sharp claws
In your back yard just to fuck with your guard dogs
Throw a brick through your shit and cut the alarm off

Fuck yes
I do my best to take advantage and props
Put one hand over the mouth
Still managing to shout
There's more said within the lines of your forehead
Then they could ever try to fineprint on the inside of that warhead
Cross country
Like a little lost junkie
make 'em hot and jumpy
trying to get that God money
Steering the van through the blizzards the fanfare
Pivot when we visit
Spit victim if you stand there

Check your map of this picture, throw a dart at it
That's where
We took a room back for the kids and through a heart at it
Angry like a hostage
Kickin' like a little bitch in one of Dibbs' moshpits
Shifting through your city limits, trying to find the raw shit
Thread a needle with it and weave a world of heads together
'Til we get em carsick
Face full of war paint, strapped ready for action
Battle cry Trenton trying to seek the satisfaction of the captain

Climbed over the side, closed his eyes
Took a dive into his same inspiration for staying alive
Swam to the shore
Stepped upon land
Walked up to a whore
Grabbed her by the hand and said

Let the wheels spin, Let the room shake, Let the speakers blow
Let the light in, Let the kids play, Let the people know
Let the roof burn, Let the girls love, Let the heat flow
Let the world turn, Let the curbs up, Cats Van Bags Yo!

Knock eyes with a thousand people at the same time
They mind believe in us
My style of graffiti is
Squeezin' just the midwest sweat out of my shirt
And leavin' with my life essence embedded in your dirt

We work move and hustle with the rest of the gypsies
Spoon feed these issues to a new school of fishies
Swimmin' through a hazy shade of passion
Here they come, the hazled and has been'd
and his chaplain

That's them the migrant seasonal workers
The finest imperial wordsmiths on the circuit
two million smiles and runnin'
Stompin' tryin to flee the heat
Turn around shootin' at the monster 'til he's knees are weak

They call me Jesus Freak
I came to listen
Then I save you
Then I make you my favorite position
Chasing this pidgeon down the street towards the banks
Just in case my traffic recieves Jeeps and tanks

And we wander through this soul
So let it be known
Mama I don't know if I'ma ever be home
The revolution won't have any distribution
I love my son and my music so I gotta keep it movin like

Let the wheels spin, Let the room shake, Let the speakers blow
Let the light in, Let the kids play, Let the people know
Let the roof burn, Let the girls love, Let the heat flow
Let the world turn, Let the curbs up, Cats Van Bags Yo!

Lyrics submitted by Mopnugget

Cats Van Bags song meanings
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    General Commenti think this is about touring, but honestly i have no clue why i think that
    jristuccon January 03, 2006   Link
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    General CommentGreat song! It very well could be about touring, although i think it is just about slug's songs and what it does to the people that listen to them.
    poseur69on March 25, 2006   Link
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    General Commentwho's that with slug?
    myshoesareblueon July 27, 2006   Link
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    General CommentPivot when we visit
    Spit victim if you stand there.

    At first I totally didn't like the beats, but now shit gets me every time.
    jxnarcoticzon January 01, 2007   Link
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    General Comment"Here they come, the hazled and has been'd and his chaplain"

    i think this might actually be
    "here they come, the hazeldon has-been and his chaplain"
    enfiladeon August 08, 2007   Link
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    General CommentThis beat is amazing. Lyrics are not like you're used to hear from Slug.

    by myshoesareblue on 07-27-2006 @ 08:34:47 PM
    who's that with slug?

    It's Brother Ali.
    mirelon October 13, 2007   Link
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    General Comment"Cats Van Bags" comes up in a Felt song in one of Murs's verses. In that song Murs talks about sleeping with a woman on tour and then waking up and she's already bailed. So I do think its about touring.
    The bass on this song is really sick too

    longdongtom69on June 02, 2009   Link
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    General CommentYeah. I agree that this song could be about touring and how hip hop affects the people who listen to it.
    Shugartz303on July 20, 2009   Link
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    General CommentI'm pretty sure I just figured out what "Caits Van Bags" means and yes, I think its about touring as well.
    In a Felt song (Slug+Murs) Murs uses its at the end of his part thats about sleeping with a girl on tour and waking up and she was gone the he just says "cats van bags, yo." So I'm pretty sure it means; Cats as in the people in the crew the he tours with, Van as in the touring bus/van and bags as in your bags. it just means pack up and leave.
    RonDizzleon October 14, 2009   Link

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