Rats Died/ラットが死んだ
The flowers helped to smell like spellings of spring,
An iris to gray iris in the town, gaining speed*
Delude and claim you can’t sleep without stir,
They’ll scan you with a glass eye to confirm your every word
In ties and binds, eye-line tugging to a tee
Those downcast drops dropped on locks of secrecy
Our feature presentation gladly welcomes your ears,
Eyes shut with seeds so you don’t need to lose them through tears
A News Stop piece deems someone guilty,
Although they quote no ogre to remain PC**
That read I slammed and stamped with pastimes,
The time past for a punch line
Ambiguous speakers, no stand-back to feature?
Then who will sweep the leftover ash as leader,
Flashed and flared and later? Hey, you sure the feelings we burned
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When I tried overturning the first title the rats, at last, had died
Here we reside, the right timeline,
The context and content best of their kind
Shunning the illness for the outbreak it caused,
I stained my hands stealing the doleful folks’ trust
That lying profit/phet was the way that we grew,***
Chewing up junk food just to cover the truth
And yes, the voices sure God was dead,
They left one day, have paid no visits since then
The drunkards sick of swigging self-love,
They fail at falling forward in pinch mania
An upper hook that books your breath tight,
And ever-leaking pipeline
Best schemes conspired, gone ghetto, the road winds in dirt
Right, left, think you can handle both the handles? Either
Leave or please try to mind each, super driver
Say, ain’t it a thesis? A common thought with closed eyes?
Skipping some sixty min. stalemate, up ahead I sensed the rats, at last, had died
Ambiguous speakers, no stand-back to feature?
Then who will sweep the leftover ash as leader,
Flashed and flared and later? Hey, you sure the feelings we burned
Show a show, classic, this shouldered cast should act by?
Spons’ring some pond’ring stalemate, up ahead I sensed the rats, at last, had died
Free speech finally comes to life as
Cats and frogs high leave the benches for an “All now rise!”
Unaware of every nook and cranny squarely set they’re handin’ candid
Rats, hoping to maintain some semblance of pride
They name plain ways, lined up while the votes are flowing in,
And lie like it’s no sin
Burglar cat lappin’ facts up like a cat burglar,
Do you also know me better than I know my face?
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
(La la la la la...)
“One split dream and we’ll make you bleed if you’re caught”, they said,
So I went ahead and blamed it on you instead! (Ha-ha!)
Ambiguous speakers, no stand-back to feature?
Then who will sweep the leftover ash as leader,
Flashed and flared and later? Hey, you sure the feelings we burned
Show a show, classic, this shouldered cast should act by?
When I tried overturning the first title the rats, at last, had died
Freedom with no sure aim or slummed in sludge, but no pure waste?
Hobbies halt, still, when you give them a name, so does their
Merit live out of focus in the first place? ‘Cause that
Key place is the key we keep, with one sheet stammering farther inside
So lashing out with all those doubts cast aside, we democrats, at last, had died
At that time, we saw a bright cold sky...
(La la la la la...)
Notes:
Thought it would be fun to include a line like this since the opening lyrics speak of flowers and eyes, which have what in common? Irises!
“Politically correct”.
The original lyric speaks of ‘profit’, and since the PV focuses in on Father Paneloux at this time, I thought I could get away with a little ambiguous pronunciation here.
