Rats Get Fat - B. Dolan

Once up in the days in the darker age

In a big grey church on a large estate

Lived the most vicious most wicked archbishop

Bridge from the grain that the farmer gave

Food scraped from the farmer’s plate

Leaving scraps for the cats in the alley way

While half of the village was naked as stick

He was king shit God’s own hypocrite

And on the day of the feast the same thief were parading the streets

And one time we were made to speak to thank the great priest

For the wages a piece

Many years that they grind their teeth

Swallowed his tears and prayed at his feet

Till a young man stepped up to preach

The hands on his nuts and delivered this speech

Holy one who live on high

Among all men you are the most wise

Into your world our brothers rise

I feel we paid our tide

Yet we suffer and yet we cry in hunger while you strive

If you please can’t tell us why

Rat get fat while great men die

Rats get fat while great man die

Then a hard rain came then the river grew high

Flood bring the mud food rotten on the rhyme

Desperate to people beg to cathedral

And for the eyes of the man inside

Who’s bothered by the diamond on his hand

Brutal cruel satan’s fighting to expand

Acquire land with the blood of devermen

Hire men for production and workers

Silence to the lamb who will suffer in service

You Never smell a rat until they hunger for murder

One till they hear aplocromation

The archbishop will unlock the grain bin

Ever poor men ran to the gate then

Hoularing his praises to the savior

Them when the all women inside then

The born shut close then they started a fire

The door shut close then they started the fire

Food chain we can win the cast slave

Things creeping in the shade of the evening

Through the cracks squeaking came

Rats and demons scratch at the rafters in the ceiling

The bishop in the staple was sick of it from his eathle

Though he saw a rodent in the terror of his fever

For the briefest moment he thought he was dreaming

Now the whole cathedral was under sea preachers

A million is what they coming after

Bustling around in the village was he wasn’t after

Running in the town with the last of the children

Coffin call to him laughing

Run for your life you yellow rat bastard

Better run further better run faster

We don’t give a rats ass run backwards

Let them feed let them eat what they have to

This little story is so menacing

They live on the fat but they favoring the meat

We are some stones but they looking like some cheese

Running through the tracks with some mental disease

Is this story real it is as real as you and i

Plus i’m too old i got no reason to lie

Fo sleep little one because there comes a time

When rats get fat and great man die