Rat Boy
Lyricist: RAT BOY Composer: RAT BOY
Knock knock knock
On the door, who could it be?
Puffy jacket badman
Wants his money
Ripped down the door and his Nike Air Rattles
Rush the fire exit, no time for battles
Well, I, I never expected it from you
Someone I always thought I knew
And it's true, the demise of the skies came through
And shit's about to go down like the Titanic
Young, dumb, living off Mum
Waiting for the right time to come
The best bet's getting you when you're all alone
Unknown number, don't pick up the phone
Young, dumb, living off Mum
Waiting for the right time to come
The best bet's getting you when you're all alone
Unknown number, don't pick up the phone
Stepson father, brother's next door neighbour's riddled
Cause we heard his wife was having a little bit of a fiddle
On the side, hands held wide, tight at the side
Couldn't get sober but at least he tried
And it ain't all over till the fat- sings
And even then, the fight's still yet to begin
It's a no-win city but isn't it a pity
Why the fuck do relationships be so tricky?
Like, like, like, like the Titanic
Like, like, like, like the Titanic
Like, like, like, like the Titanic
Like, like, like, like
Young, dumb, living off Mum
Waiting for the right time to come
The best bet's getting you when you're all alone
Unknown number, don't pick up the phone
Young, dumb, living off Mum
Waiting for the right time to come
The best bet's getting you when you're all alone
Unknown number, don't pick up the phone