Lyrics

and it's the third torrential downpour of the day
the dogs are barkin' as the slaves toil away
you say you love it man but it's old hat
then you come shufflin' in on the rat-a-tat
street-rat rolls over with a dead cat over his shoulder
that's a big rat
great big fuckin' rat
and he howls in infamy despite the immediate disclosure-
-of his imminently dangerous company
truth comes stabbin' at you like a punch in the gut
you walk right into evil spirit at the shift of the clutch
and the red light shines
through the night
cause fuckerhead's got a game-
-and it's a game that he likes to play
fuckerhead's got a game-
-and it's a game that he likes to play
he'll turn you on your head-
-and he'll spin you 'round again
fuckerhead is a master
at his own game

and everyone outside seems to feel nothing
but the street it feeds the same
sometimes i can hear them scream
oh what a lovely day
oh what a lovely day

a hoopty roll up quick
to mow some fuckers down
a shiny little gift
to consolidate the town
one that's packaged in a box
and wrapped up with a bow
just another quick reminder
for fuckers in the know
let's push the people back
and let no-one up inside
we'll turn 'em all away
they'll have nowhere left to hide
as the red light cries
through the night

and everyone outside seems to feel nothing
but the street it feeds the same
sometimes i can hear them scream
oh what a lovely day
oh what a lovely day