Dead Rat

There was a dead rat beneath the windows of my building

Of my building, of my building

And (a) children would point sticks at it

And poke



And (a) when it got itself all frozen dead the night before

While Mr. Jones and Ms. Gonzalez were out having a good smoke

Having a good smoke



Old Charlie with a walker

Was out thinking in Milwaukee

As he downed another good essentiant beer



And so he hadn't noted that the cold winds were the closest

And so he hadn't noticed that the night was drawing near

But what's one less in a world of so many

When only mushroom clouds can leave ripples on our souls?



What's one less?

Either way we got a mess

And no one hears the call anymore

Anymore, anymore, anymore



There was a dead rat beneath the windows of my building

Of my building, of my building

And (a) children would point sticks at it

And poke



And (a) when it got itself all frozen dead the night before

While Mr. Jones and Ms. Gonzalez were out having a good smoke

Having a good