In the gutters stir the rats
Black as the night and fat as cats
Running through gardens
With no beg your pardons

Feeding on the debris folk leave behind
Like half eaten chicken legs and bacon rind
Vermin that camouflage in with the night
Aimless minds with no plan in sight

Through tunnels all dark and over flowing
With excrement that’s shows no signs of slowing
Long noses and curling whip like tails
Who is it who puts the wind in your sails

Misunderstood? A nasty creation
Is it true your the devils relation
In the shadows the rats like to roam
Through the grime and filth they believe to be home