The
rats out of the hole
Running
boldly in the light
There
is no stopping them
Even
the cats sleeping
They
run on scripted lines
According
to the puppet master
The
eyes towards the big fat cheese
The
rats never fail to please
Brewing
poisonous words
Whispering
silently to the ears
The
weak hearted will fall
Into
the traps lay out for them
Money
seems the prize
It
makes the greedy forget
The
rats know about it
So
they go and play the game
The
puppet master in the shade
The
rats never want to know
They
have debts to pay
On
the table the big fat cheese
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