| I can’t smell a rat when it’s all rat
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| I can’t find one in an elevator
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| My mind doesn’t work so bad
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| But I am a poor exterminator
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| That’s right
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| I can’t destroy entirely
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| Or annihilate a little later
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| I can’t see the entire city
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| But I’m not a bad exterminator
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| I’m just a shade shy of true wickedness
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| I’m a shade shy of truly loving it, yeah
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| There are other things I’d rather be doing
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| Even nothing, even nothing, even nothing with you
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| One day I’ll make some honest rock and roll
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| Full of hand claps and gang vocals
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| I’m going to get all the children involved
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| We’re going to get lost on all you locals
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| We’ll be a shade shy of true wickedness
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| We’ll be a shade shy of truly loving this, yeah
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| There are other things we’d rather be doing, sure
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| Even nothing, even nothing, even nothing with you
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| We’ll load out through the snow
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| Through small groups of people smoking
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| Hey, get that kick drum loaded
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| Into the backseat folded down
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| We’ll go virtually unnoticed
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| What’s gripping the city ain’t hitting the town
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| We’ll be a shade shy of true wickedness
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| We’ll be a shade shy of truly loving it, yeah
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| There are other things that we’ll surely miss
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| We’ll load out through the snow
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| Through small groups of people smoking
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| Hey, get that kick drum loaded
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| Into the backseat folded down
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| We’ll go perfectly unnoticed
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| What’s gripping the city ain’t hitting the town |