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I can't smell a rat when it's all rat |
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I can't find one in an elevator |
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My mind doesn't work so bad |
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But I am a poor exterminator |
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That's right |
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I can't destroy entirely |
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Or annihilate a little later |
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I can't see the entire city |
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But I'm not a bad exterminator |
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I'm just a shade shy of true wickedness |
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I'm a shade shy of truly loving it, yeah |
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There are other things |
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I'd rather be doing |
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Even nothing, even nothing, even nothing with you |
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One day I'll make some honest rock and roll |
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Full of hand claps and gang vocals |
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I'm going to get all the children involved |
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We're going to get lost on all you locals |
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We'll be a shade shy of true wickedness |
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We'll be a shade shy of truly loving this, yeah |
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There are other things we'd rather be doing, sure |
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Even nothing, even nothing, even nothing with you |
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We'll load out through the snow |
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Through small groups of people smoking |
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Hey, get that kick drum loaded |
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Into the backseat folded down |
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We'll go virtually unnoticed |
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What's gripping the city ain't hitting the town |
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We'll be a shade shy of true wickedness |
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We'll be a shade shy of truly loving it, yeah |
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There are other things that we'll surely miss |
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We'll load out through the snow |
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Through small groups of people smoking |
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Hey, get that kick drum loaded |
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Into the backseat folded down |
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We'll go perfectly unnoticed |
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What's gripping the city ain't hitting the town |
