Throw Me To The Rats Lyrics

I felt my undertaker
carry me away
He didn’t ask my name
He wanted it that way

He drove me through the town
For everyone to see
The frailty of my casket
How easy it can be

He drove me to the race track
With my last 5 bucks
Last chance to make it rich
Last chance for good luck

Police chief lit a smoke
And passed it around
The people smoked it one by one
As they put me in the ground
As they put me in the ground

So put me in the ground
So put me in the ground
So put me in the ground
So put me in the ground

It was in the Sunday paper
They announced that I was dead
It didn’t mean that much
This is what it said:

“He was a drifter, he wasn’t real
He thought he had it made –
A victim of ideals
He was a mishap –
Bad apple from the tree
A glitch in our good fortune
A burden on you & me

He didn’t do his part
He didn’t understand
He foolishly believed
That the power was in his hands
The power is in his hands

The power is in his hands
The power is in his hands
The power is in his hands
The power is in his hands

Oh throw me to the rats
Those scathing new age brats
The blinking eyes of alley cats
Watch me sink from where I sat

As crooked waving handmade guns
Rob us of our only sons
The fight worth leaving
turns & runs
As something better slowly comes

It won’t be long
Before they hear our song
Before we stretch out
wide & strong
And swallow up the here & gone

It won’t be long
Before they hear our song
Before we stretch out
wide & strong
And swallow up the here & gone

And these are
The homemade wings
Of muddy-cuddled queens, of back-alley kings
And the song that no one sings
Will reach our hearts and burn our dreams.