Union Of The Rats lyrics

Union Of The Rats it's always finders keepers this moves too slow down with the crawly creepers what you borrow you owe - now here we go - set the pace / set the tone the stangest thing you've ever known nothing left to die for bitter seed / sour grapes the point from where there's no escape nothing left to die for undead & unfamiliar they trim the fat unlocked & unpeculiar we're the union of the rats - we're the union of the rats -