Rough On Rats

Your crawfish fingers and your dirty dregs

Your sideways stingers and your wooden legs

They're throwing out jewels like rotten eggs

'Cause it's Christmas in Siam and we're rough on rats

Your scarecrow spiders and your shipwreck bones

The fossilized bibles of Geronimo Jones

A star spangled army in their roadhouse clothes

'Cause a hero can't bronze his soul and we're rough on rats

There's shattered glass on the dance floor

A cop chaperoning a doll

The testament of a landlord

Who's living in a hollow log

The burlap flowers and the cocaine dirt

The horn of plenty in a desert of hurt

The corduroy boy in the killjoy shirt

He's a stereotype on ice and we're rough on rats

So what do you think you could take from the heap

Where the haystack needles are piled up cheap?

You can buy what's useless and steal what you need

In the pink penitentiary and we're rough on rats