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Originally Posted by tore
I always thought if I was a God, I guess I'd grant my followers some very real and tangible rewards in this life for following my dogma. Like perhaps they wouldn't get sick and not age as long as they stick to my rules.
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Sorry tore. There's not a whole lot of rat songs out there. So, we'll just dedicate this to all the other rats in the cellar. Yes! Another rat song!
You capitalized it again, and, it is a curiosity as to why? There is a rant in progress that is clear and concise, but, it may be just as misunderstood as any. One has to wonder.
For the sake of curiosity tore; what is your 'dogma'?
This is a great song, but, it is rather dark.
Shoot from the back,
take good aim,
Make sure I'm dead
Bang Bang
'Cause I'm a rat
there's no mistake
Under the bed
where you sleep
Crush the skull
make me tame
Sweep it up
Hide it away
No morals shown
in no way explained
Stupid human
Sh*t for brains
And draw tiny pictures
'round all the dead leaves
Bag and burn
Bang Bang
Throw your judgments
across the breeze
Bag and burn
Bang Bang
You live inside
your J*us dream
Bag and burn
Bang Bang
Get some sleep
or lie in wait
Until the day
I'll burn away
Forget the corpse
present the case
to bring me down
and lose your words
I'll follow you
into the grave
and at the gates
I see the passing say,
"The judge be judged,
all the wretched be saved."
I throw my curse
all across your days
And draw tiny pictures
'round all the days
Bag and burn
Bang Bang
Throw your judgments
across the breeze
Bag and burn
Bang Bang
You live inside
your J*us dream
Bag and burn
Bang Bang
And draw tiny pictures
'round all the days
Throw your judgments
across the breeze
Watch them float off
to never be saved
You live inside
your J*us dream
This one just doesn't make sense
It makes sense, but, I believe it was severely heroin induced
Good song though.
Rats In The Cellar lyrics
Goin' under, rats in the cellar
Goin' under, skin's turnin' yellow
Nose is runny, losin' my connection
Losin' money, getting no affection
New York City blues
East side, West side blues
Throw me in the slam
Catch me if you can
Believe
That you're wearing
Tearing me apart
Safe complaining, 'cause everything's rotten
Go insanin', and ain't a thing forgotten
Feelin' cozy, Rats In The Cellar
Cheeks are rosy, skin's turning yellow
Loose and soggy, lookin' rather lazy
See my body, pushin up the daisies
New York City's dues
East side, west side news
Throw me in the slam
Catch me if you can
Believe
That you're wearing
Tearing me apart
New York City blues
East side, west side blues
Throw me in the slam
A catch me if you can
Believe
That you're wearing
Tearing me apart