Song Description
Battle of the sexes, he said something, she made him very wrong for it.
| Song Length |
4:25 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative, Rock - General |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Moving, Poignant |
Subject |
Girlfriend, Wife, Masculinity |
| Similar Artists |
Billy Joel |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Howling Tomcats
Copyright 2003 Al Polito Tiberias Brutus Music/BMI
She left my room with barely two words
God, the way she holds it in's like trash
Inside her jammed-shut purse
She turns so hot and cold it makes me crack
I try so hard to see her side but all I see now is her back
She has been typecast all of her life
Daddy's pride, and daddy's joy
The blonde seductress straight from Troy
I turn to her with barely a choice
Her beauty brings me healing but
Somehow I hurt her with my voice
CHORUS
She's the modern Joan of Arc
And I'm the shameless patriarch
Our egos fight a distant war like
Howling Tomcats in the dar
And every time she gets this close
We're haunted by our parents' ghosts
And we try in vain to prove
Exactly which one hurts the most
I was born to a line of directors
So I learned to love command
Sometimes I get out of hand
I try so hard to think before I speak
I grovel when I cross the line
She thinks I've got a cruel design
Chorus