Dead Rat 歌词

There was a dead rat beneath the windows of my building Of my building, of my building And (a) children would point sticks at it And poke And (a) when it got itself all frozen dead the night before While Mr. Jones and Ms. Gonzalez were out having a good smoke Having a good smoke Old Charlie with a walker Was out thinking in Milwaukee As he downed another good essentiant beer And so he hadn't noted that the cold winds were the closest And so he hadn't noticed that the night was drawing near But what's one less in a world of so many When only mushroom clouds can leave ripples on our souls? What's one less? Either way we got a mess And no one hears the call anymore Anymore, anymore, anymore There was a dead rat beneath the windows of my building Of my building, of my building And (a) children would point sticks at it And poke And (a) when it got itself all frozen dead the night before While Mr. Jones and Ms. Gonzalez were out having a good smoke Having a good