The Rat's Prayer Lyrics
| Song | The Rat's Prayer |
| Artist | The Soft Boys |
| Album | A Can of Bees |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hitchcock | |
| I believe in all or nothing | |
| Sometimes in the early morning | |
| I believe in anything | |
| Hungry for the dusty war cries | |
| Hiding from a line of cat's eyes | |
| I believe in Natty Dread | |
| When the gods have shaved and spoken | |
| Soft farewells to spin unbroken | |
| Leaves to match the newly dead | |
| From eye to eye the tumult gathers | |
| Victims work into a lather | |
| Take us with you when you go | |
| Up the trap door | |
| Down the sewer | |
| Off the slat shot shut they trossed | |
| Like a horn in ragged water | |
| And slitting up the slot spot cut | |
| From wall to world the end is never | |
| Odd or strange or even clever | |
| Cleave it with an iron slice | |
| While Cook's below the frothing cinders | |
| Mend the skull of old Belinda | |
| Thudding on a bulb of ice | |
| Here is love and here is cancer | |
| Cleanest velvet for the mince event | |
| To comes your aching teeth | |
| Rot the skin of past and future | |
| Tiny leads are bound to suture | |
| When they show through underneath | |
| Roar the waves so close and hollow | |
| A tide that must be satisfied | |
| Foam is fertilizing | |
| Rotting cleansing of the valiant rat |
| zuo ci : Hitchcock | |
| I believe in all or nothing | |
| Sometimes in the early morning | |
| I believe in anything | |
| Hungry for the dusty war cries | |
| Hiding from a line of cat' s eyes | |
| I believe in Natty Dread | |
| When the gods have shaved and spoken | |
| Soft farewells to spin unbroken | |
| Leaves to match the newly dead | |
| From eye to eye the tumult gathers | |
| Victims work into a lather | |
| Take us with you when you go | |
| Up the trap door | |
| Down the sewer | |
| Off the slat shot shut they trossed | |
| Like a horn in ragged water | |
| And slitting up the slot spot cut | |
| From wall to world the end is never | |
| Odd or strange or even clever | |
| Cleave it with an iron slice | |
| While Cook' s below the frothing cinders | |
| Mend the skull of old Belinda | |
| Thudding on a bulb of ice | |
| Here is love and here is cancer | |
| Cleanest velvet for the mince event | |
| To comes your aching teeth | |
| Rot the skin of past and future | |
| Tiny leads are bound to suture | |
| When they show through underneath | |
| Roar the waves so close and hollow | |
| A tide that must be satisfied | |
| Foam is fertilizing | |
| Rotting cleansing of the valiant rat |
| zuò cí : Hitchcock | |
| I believe in all or nothing | |
| Sometimes in the early morning | |
| I believe in anything | |
| Hungry for the dusty war cries | |
| Hiding from a line of cat' s eyes | |
| I believe in Natty Dread | |
| When the gods have shaved and spoken | |
| Soft farewells to spin unbroken | |
| Leaves to match the newly dead | |
| From eye to eye the tumult gathers | |
| Victims work into a lather | |
| Take us with you when you go | |
| Up the trap door | |
| Down the sewer | |
| Off the slat shot shut they trossed | |
| Like a horn in ragged water | |
| And slitting up the slot spot cut | |
| From wall to world the end is never | |
| Odd or strange or even clever | |
| Cleave it with an iron slice | |
| While Cook' s below the frothing cinders | |
| Mend the skull of old Belinda | |
| Thudding on a bulb of ice | |
| Here is love and here is cancer | |
| Cleanest velvet for the mince event | |
| To comes your aching teeth | |
| Rot the skin of past and future | |
| Tiny leads are bound to suture | |
| When they show through underneath | |
| Roar the waves so close and hollow | |
| A tide that must be satisfied | |
| Foam is fertilizing | |
| Rotting cleansing of the valiant rat |
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