Dead Rat Blues
Lyin' in my bed, hear a scuttlin' in my walls
Yeah I'm lyin' in my bed, something scuttlin' in my walls
Can't sleep for thinkin' how you were mine in Montreal.
Droppings in my pantry, even droppings in my shoe
Yeah, droppings in my pantry, found more droppings in my shoe
Dark french hair babe, smell of perfume and shampoo.
Sacre bleu
I say sacre blue
Had it all 'til we came unglued.
Go to the hardware, buy some poison in a box
Yeah I go to the hardware, buy some poison in a box
I need you now, babe, like I need chicken pox.
Little green pellets, arsenic in every one
Yeah little green pellets, got arsenic in every one
I loved your bread, babe, loved your butter and your buns.
C'est la vie
Yeah it's c'est la vie
I found out your history.
Set down that poison in the space below my floor
Yeah I set that poison in the hole below my floor
Wish I'd known, babe, 'bout your husband from before.
Rat he nibbles, got the flavor he desires
Yeah rat he nibbles until he does expire
Remember the night, babe, your old man set my car on fire.
Paid some dues
Yeah I paid some dues
You left him, but he didn't leave you.
Some like cocaine, some like alcohol
Little green pellets were this rat's downfall
Babe you decided, he must love you after all.
Dead rat down there, he done met his doom
Yeah dead rat down there, stinkin' up the whole bedroom
You got a smile, babe, like daisies in full bloom.
Dead rat blues
Got the dead rat blues
Past hangs on like my old tattoos.
Dead rat blues
Got the dead rat blues
Sometimes get just what you choose.
11/4/00
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