| In this town we live like rats
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| With license plates on carrier bags
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| By pen and gun, buy word or bullet
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| By tongue and teeth
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| They’d eat us all if only they could
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| Scimper, scamper, what’s for dinner?
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| Scrimp and save up all your morsels
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| It’s your turn to be our next meal
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| As you can see in the life I’ve lead
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| A generation that’s up ahead
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| To change the way we think and do
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| And soon they will get to you
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| Scimper, scamper, what’s for dinner?
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| Follow me pretty things there’s
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| Evil needles in this haystack
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| Ah, the piper left his calling card
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| His calling card, his calling card
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| The dustman took our home
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| We bled into the drains and ran off into the sea
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| Oh well, the melody is calling us, it’s calling us
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| It’s calling us we’re scratching our heads
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| Follow my lead skipping out the dead
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| Scimper, scamper, what’s for dinner?
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| It’s your turn to be our next meal |