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• Artiste: Tom Fun Orchestra (The)
• Titre: Throw Me To The Rats
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I felt my undertaker carry me away He didn’t ask my name He wanted it that way He drove me through the town For everyone to see The frailty of my casket How easy it can be He drove me to the race track With my last 5 bucks Last chance to make it rich Last chance for good luck Police chief lit a smoke And passed it around The people smoked it one by one As they put me in the ground As they put me in the ground So put me in the ground So put me in the ground So put me in the ground So put me in the ground It was in the Sunday paper They announced that I was dead It didn’t mean that much This is what it said: “He was a drifter, he wasn’t real He thought he had it made – A victim of ideals He was a mishap – Bad apple from the tree A glitch in our good fortune A burden on you & me He didn’t do his part He didn’t understand He foolishly believed That the power was in his hands The power is in his hands The power is in his hands The power is in his hands The power is in his hands The power is in his hands Oh throw me to the rats Those scathing new age brats The blinking eyes of alley cats Watch me sink from where I sat As crooked waving handmade guns Rob us of our only sons The fight worth leaving turns & runs As something better slowly comes It won’t be long Before they hear our song Before we stretch out wide & strong And swallow up the here & gone It won’t be long Before they hear our song Before we stretch out wide & strong And swallow up the here & gone And these are The homemade wings Of muddy-cuddled queens, of back-alley kings And the song that no one sings Will reach our hearts and burn our dreams.