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  1. RATS DIED/ラットが死んだ
    The flowers helped to smell like spellings of spring,

    An iris to gray iris in the town, gaining speed*

    Delude and claim you can’t sleep without stir,

    They’ll scan you with a glass eye to confirm your every word

    In ties and binds, eye-line tugging to a tee

    Those downcast drops dropped on locks of secrecy

    Our feature presentation gladly welcomes your ears,

    Eyes shut with seeds so you don’t need to lose them through tears

    A News Stop piece deems someone guilty,

    Although they quote no ogre to remain PC**

    That read I slammed and stamped with pastimes,

    The time past for a punch line



    Ambiguous speakers, no stand-back to feature?

    Then who will sweep the leftover ash as leader,

    Flashed and flared and later? Hey, you sure the feelings we burned

    Show a show, classic, this shouldered cast should act by?

    When I tried overturning the first title the rats, at last, had died



    Here we reside, the right timeline,

    The context and content best of their kind

    Shunning the illness for the outbreak it caused,

    I stained my hands stealing the doleful folks’ trust

    That lying profit/phet was the way that we grew,***

    Chewing up junk food just to cover the truth

    And yes, the voices sure God was dead,

    They left one day, have paid no visits since then

    The drunkards sick of swigging self-love,

    They fail at falling forward in pinch mania

    An upper hook that books your breath tight,

    And ever-leaking pipeline



    Best schemes conspired, gone ghetto, the road winds in dirt

    Right, left, think you can handle both the handles? Either

    Leave or please try to mind each, super driver

    Say, ain’t it a thesis? A common thought with closed eyes?

    Skipping some sixty min. stalemate, up ahead I sensed the rats, at last, had died

    Ambiguous speakers, no stand-back to feature?

    Then who will sweep the leftover ash as leader,

    Flashed and flared and later? Hey, you sure the feelings we burned

    Show a show, classic, this shouldered cast should act by?

    Spons’ring some pond’ring stalemate, up ahead I sensed the rats, at last, had died



    Free speech finally comes to life as

    Cats and frogs high leave the benches for an “All now rise!”

    Unaware of every nook and cranny squarely set they’re handin’ candid

    Rats, hoping to maintain some semblance of pride

    They name plain ways, lined up while the votes are flowing in,

    And lie like it’s no sin

    Burglar cat lappin’ facts up like a cat burglar,

    Do you also know me better than I know my face?

    (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)



    (La la la la la…)

    “One split dream and we’ll make you bleed if you’re caught”, they said,

    So I went ahead and blamed it on you instead! (Ha-ha!)



    Ambiguous speakers, no stand-back to feature?

    Then who will sweep the leftover ash as leader,

    Flashed and flared and later? Hey, you sure the feelings we burned

    Show a show, classic, this shouldered cast should act by?

    When I tried overturning the first title the rats, at last, had died

    Freedom with no sure aim or slummed in sludge, but no pure waste?

    Hobbies halt, still, when you give them a name, so does their

    Merit live out of focus in the first place? ‘Cause that

    Key place is the key we keep, with one sheet stammering farther inside

    So lashing out with all those doubts cast aside, we democrats, at last, had died

    At that time, we saw a bright cold sky…

    (La la la la la…)

    Notes:

    Thought it would be fun to include a line like this since the opening lyrics speak of flowers and eyes, which have what in common? Irises!
    “Politically correct”.
    The original lyric speaks of ‘profit’, and since the PV focuses in on Father Paneloux at this time, I thought I could get away with a little ambiguous pronunciation here.

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