Cemetary 1213 - Union Of The Rats lyrics

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 -