Street Rats lyrics

Midnight in the cellar Dinner on the floor Sleeping in the gutter He fights a private war Hiding in the doorway Weapon at his side Rob you for a nickel You'd better run and hide He's a street rat Nothing to offer Street rat Snake in the grass Street rat Steals another meal Street rat But it may be his last The look of desperation Sure to bite the dust His constant nauseation A real social crust He's a street rat Nothing to offer Street rat Snake in the grass Street rat Steals another meal Street rat But it may be his last Post war anti-social A 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 You'd best keep away from me Street rat (x12)