Street Rats

Midnight in the cellar

Dinner on the floor

Sleeping in the gutter

He fights a private war

Hiding in the doorway

Weapon at his side

Rob you for a nickel

You'd better run and hide

He's a street rat

Nothing to offer

Street rat

Snake in the grass

Street rat

Steals another meal

Street rat

But it maybe his last

The look of desperation

Sure to bite the dust

His constant nauseation

A real social cross

He's a street rat

Nothing to offer

Street rat

Snake in the grass

Street rat

Steals another meal

Street rat

But it maybe his last

Post war anti-social

A fading of the brain

He's hopeless at his high school

And lurking in the rain

His face is badly beaten

A nasty thing to see

Street rats on the rampage

You'd best keep away from me

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