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There's more rats than humans in New York City
Yes, the Big Apple's ridden with maggots and the biggest rats of all are running the show and funding their large cocaine habits You can see the filthy streets well, that sure aint heaven to me But I take some pride that I've got rats on my side as we crawl beneath the streets of your city The dirt's on your hands, no escape from the smell pollution and too many people The sun peeping over the skyscraper blocks is obscured by smog clouds like treacle I know it's nothing new to be horrified by this too But maybe this city is ready to fall I can't stop myself from hoping The eyes of the drivers glim maniac glee The eyes of the cops shine with power The eyes of the beggars don't open at all and they beg for fifteen cents an hour It pains me to see It's coming for English cities and the rats will come too because they always do Because rodent philosophy's simple |
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( hear it )
mp3 -- slightly different unreleased version |
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