Album 3 Texte

Rats of the air

Eat, sleep, walk around
Fly from the top straight to the ground
Annoying people, thats your choice
Disrupt traffic, make some noise

Curr, curr, bang your head
The rooftop is your kind of bed
no peace dove, no Mail carrier
Live on the street without no fear

Pigeons, pigeons everywhere
They shit on you and they don’t care
Pigeons, pigeons everywhere
Hail to the rats of the air!