Lyrics Rats Get Fat - B. Dolan

Rats Get Fat

Once up in the days in the darker age
In a big grey church on a large estate
Lived the most vicious most wicked archbishop
Bridge from the grain that the farmer gave
Food scraped from the farmer’s plate
Leaving scraps for the cats in the alley way
While half of the village was naked as stick
He was king shit God’s own hypocrite
And on the day of the feast the same thief were parading the streets
And one time we were made to speak to thank the great priest
For the wages a piece
Many years that they grind their teeth
Swallowed his tears and prayed at his feet
Till a young man stepped up to preach
The hands on his nuts and delivered this speech
Holy one who live on high
Among all men you are the most wise
Into your world our brothers rise
I feel we paid our tide
Yet we suffer and yet we cry in hunger while you strive
If you please can’t tell us why
Rat get fat while great men die
Rats get fat while great man die
Then a hard rain came then the river grew high
Flood bring the mud food rotten on the rhyme
Desperate to people beg to cathedral
And for the eyes of the man inside
Who’s bothered by the diamond on his hand
Brutal cruel satan’s fighting to expand
Acquire land with the blood of devermen
Hire men for production and workers
Silence to the lamb who will suffer in service
You Never smell a rat until they hunger for murder
One till they hear aplocromation
The archbishop will unlock the grain bin
Ever poor men ran to the gate then
Hoularing his praises to the savior
Them when the all women inside then
The born shut close then they started a fire
The door shut close then they started the fire
Food chain we can win the cast slave
Things creeping in the shade of the evening
Through the cracks squeaking came
Rats and demons scratch at the rafters in the ceiling
The bishop in the staple was sick of it from his eathle
Though he saw a rodent in the terror of his fever
For the briefest moment he thought he was dreaming
Now the whole cathedral was under sea preachers
A million is what they coming after
Bustling around in the village was he wasn’t after
Running in the town with the last of the children
Coffin call to him laughing
Run for your life you yellow rat bastard
Better run further better run faster
We don’t give a rats ass run backwards
Let them feed let them eat what they have to
This little story is so menacing
They live on the fat but they favoring the meat
We are some stones but they looking like some cheese
Running through the tracks with some mental disease
Is this story real it is as real as you and i
Plus i’m too old i got no reason to lie
Fo sleep little one because there comes a time
When rats get fat and great man die