Union of the Rats Songtext
von Cemetary 1213

It′s always finders keepers
This moves too slow
Down with the crawly creepers
What you borrow you owe

- Now here we go -


Set the pace / set the tone
The stangest thing
You've ever known
Nothing left to die for
Bitter seed / sour grapes
The point from where
There′s no escape
Nothing left to die for

Undead & unfamiliar
They trim the fat
Unlocked & unpeculiar
We're the union of the rats

- We're the union of the rats -