I'm the mouse, you're the house Swipe a bite of some eats Suck the bloodsucker dry Put the lice in the police Gotta starve the fat cat Every dog has its flea Like I'm a worm at the root Singin' sweet victory
Bag of sand Mud and stone Fruit and seed As above, so below There's vultures under your rug Roaches flying by night There's a leech on your back And it's saving your life
I sing a scavenger's anthem As I lick your plate clean Farm and a seed I've no reason to heed Only breed as you feed I'm just one of ten thousand fleas
It's the biggest mosquito That the world's ever seen Raccoons in your cans Are all eatin' like kings Who needs to use cash When there's plenty of trash? Or we could dive in your flesh And just feed from your rash
Raggedy ragamuffin Riff raff, rebel tribe Sleep away in golden straw While the farmer is slashin' And a'plowin' and sweatin' To assure every plate's piled tall
Come little boy with your slingshot and horn Send a great fire to swallow the corn For they'll do it to you as they did it to sheep Sing your song of resistance so that I might softly sleep
For when I fall asleep That's when you're wide awake I wonder if the bed I lie in Is one that you made Put my ear to the street Heard your hammers in song I walked away whistling Glad that I wasn't singing alongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
