Tekster:
Rats

longer there Fall down to my knees Begin my nightmare Words spill from my drunken mouth I just can't keep them all in I keep up with the racing rats

fading of the brain He's hopeless and he's hostile And lurking in the rain His face is badly beaten A nasty thing to see Street rats on the rampage

Sailor Sally was her name Workin for the Pub-Marine Fish and chips and gasoline smelled on her ginger hair On high heels, so stumblin? Crooned a song

Across the silver river Over the delphs and hills To see the sun is shining bright Above the greenest fields I look for the maker of Eire Who makes the

There was a time when I was so high I was in the war for my country and fight I had a child and a beutiful wife But my whole fucking life have changed

Your state isn't safe and niether is me We're the rats of experiment Suburban laboratore We're the mice without legs Tagged at birth Laboratory rats

Havahej another me born to serve To plague and moan So many years my seed condemned No free to soar!!! Will is yours? So, creator No intend could shadow

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lie, time of lie, an anger, and tears, and decay, disruption Time of lie we fret anf fume, yes, we fret and fume Just like rats inside the cage Do