Lyrics:
you drive
Buckets and bags
And all your belongings
Your train's in the sand
Ramshackle land
Let the rats watch the races
We will go
Nowhere we
you drive
Buckets and bags
And all your belongings
Your train's in the sand
Ramshackle land
Let the rats watch the races
We will go
Nowhere we
The rats of sand
Eating culture
They are murders of our kind
A dirty lie grows in my heart
That's why I'm son of Satan
Let them live in shit
you drive
Buckets and bags
And all your belongings
Your train's in the sand
Ramshackle land
Let the rats watch the races
We will go
Nowhere we
Leave me alone, I'm trying to socialize
Maybe with drinks they will be my friends
I once saw the Rat Pack at The Sands
I once saw the Rat Pack
hand
To make a rubber band
To tie up sweet pea sand
Cornered rat bit off my only sail
Check the FAQ
Lost a leg with a shoe
No help is on the queue
I love
the night
The golden age, an inner wasteland
The abomination, the book of sand
We run like rats, along the walls
Rising higher, around solitary lives
rat! Love rat!
Ah!
With you around
Got sand in my vocal chords
Love rat! Love rat! Love rat!
Ah!
My heart’s barbed-wired
And it hurts
You’re in
made out of sand
That rat on your cradle, your howl on the moon
The chill in your breath, the sound in the phone
It rapidly grow among passion
the shadows of man
And god damn you
For it's kill or be killed in the end
The numbers crossed lines in the sand
The pools of human rats
Their tails are
over sovereignty of holy sand
Talmudic rats roam the Judean plain
As vagabonds inherit years of pain
Immersed, in the era's end
Shards of glass
the rats made for nothing since there was no cure
Against superiority.
Black death would you please come back
Turn our cities into sand and summon the rats
From the door
Starling beacons dessert rats
We're goin dark upon the sand
Talked down from sixteen hundred
We're goin dark upon the sand
Starling beacons
than I could stand
The tracks are grey and full of sand
Elevator keeps on dropping down
Rats will leave this stupid town
Am I the only one who laughs
Oh, gather round punks and I'll tell you the tale
Of the mythical beasts and the new Holy Grail
From the land in the sand came a group of three rats
Rat tat tat tat 'til your ass hit the mothafuckin' floor
(Here comes the white sheet)
Rat tat tat tat 'til your ass hit the mothafuckin' floor
than him
I play Snakes and Ladders too
You cause pain where e'er you tread
They're served sand but you eat bread
Scurry rats, leave the sinking ship
Riff raff
Street rat
Show me the sands of time
With a gift to be
Free from a little mind
In a smoking pipe
Headed for the sky
Seems were on a deadly
und schief in Dur und Moll
Wie es sein soll und was morgen geht
Und häng ich fest, vom Sand verweht
Frag ich dich um Rat
Damit sichs weiterdreht
Was
and just hold your hand
Leandoer AKA the crow, flying rats and sand
When I try to be carefree I just end up sad
21, almost 22, missions demand
Light blue
from theiving in Cleveland
Emerged from deep in them sands
On the surface rats lurking its dirt and piss in them cans
I saw it on a rack couldn't buy it
from the sand
You just a rat u a government plant
My momma told me to stunt while u can
Can’t think of nothing just want to expand
It was me and my
There's this place full of mountain heads
Living and chewing on the fat
Built upon the hazy plan
Like foundations slipping through the sand
Hey, so is mine now
There is a plague on
There is a rat-tailed ensemble burying all of our hits in the sand
The same sand a desert uses
The same
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