Song parody of
(Not the) Rat
by Drunk at Your Wedding
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(Not the) Rat
Put your shoulder next to mine
Lock these hands, close the ranks
We throw a shade, long and wide
The light stays out
We raise our voices
Silence every sound
Didn't we once mix our blood?
I have your back and you have mine
You made it here, all thanks to me
You took this trust
Then pulled it out
You blew it
It's only the rats
That make their way out
Always the rats
That make it out
The rats, the rats
Come on now, drink it up
Swallow hard, no questions asked
You ought to feel a chosen one
Out of reach
Outside our law
There is none
Your hand on my knee
While I fixate the air
They said it's okay
Let's pretend it's not there
A compliment, surely
A crucial test
Both passing and failing
A weight on my chest
So we're standing in line
Take an oath in the snow
Act like we're fine
Quite a pitiful show
Down the bottle in one
And fight back the fears
Till we cough and we vomit
And fight back the tears
At a layer this deep
There isn't much life
That can take the pressure
And the absence of light
To you, I've sunk lower
Than I've ever been
But you're wrong
I'm coming
Up
I'm not the rat
In this game
(Not the) Rat
Put your shoulder next to mine
Lock these hands, close the ranks
We throw a shade, long and wide
The light stays out
We raise our voices
Silence every sound
Didn't we once mix our blood?
I have your back and you have mine
You made it here, all thanks to me
You took this trust
Then pulled it out
You blew it
It's only the rats
That make their way out
Always the rats
That make it out
The rats, the rats
Come on now, drink it up
Swallow hard, no questions asked
You ought to feel a chosen one
Out of reach
Outside our law
There is none
Your hand on my knee
While I fixate the air
They said it's okay
Let's pretend it's not there
A compliment, surely
A crucial test
Both passing and failing
A weight on my chest
So we're standing in line
Take an oath in the snow
Act like we're fine
Quite a pitiful show
Down the bottle in one
And fight back the fears
Till we cough and we vomit
And fight back the tears
At a layer this deep
There isn't much life
That can take the pressure
And the absence of light
To you, I've sunk lower
Than I've ever been
But you're wrong
I'm coming
Up
I'm not the rat
In this game
