Rats - Smokey Bastard

Shutters are all down

Empty paint cans scattered on the ground

Every shop front reads another warning

But the lost heed not and the drums don’t stop

And the din grows like a storm cloud on the wind

No prophets left to purge our sins

No lights in the sky to follow

Blind and hollow idols falter

Senses watered down

And feet fixed to the ground

Like giants falling down

Now the rats are jumping ship

Oh, we’re headed for a fall

But I can’t seem to see the ground at all

Scraps for one and all

Eyes wide open

Lies have been spoken

Beasts have awoken

Ties must be broken now

Stitches come undone

Rescue parties spoiling all the fun

Searching for a way out where there is none

Just time to bide and occupy

So might as well just sit and watch the fires

Take what ever you desire

It’s not worth what you once thought

Paid and bought with paper dreams

Not worth their weight in gold

And as the rapture now unfolds

It’s something to behold

Now the rats are jumping ship