Union Of The Rats — текст песни (Cemetary 1213)

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 -