LYRICS
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They don't eat, don't sleepThey don't feed, they don't seetheBare their gums when they moan and squeakLick the dirt off a larger one's feetThey don't push, don't crowdCongregate until they're much too loudFuck to procreate till they are deadDrink the blood of their so called best friendThey don't scurry when something bigger comes theirwayDon't pack themselves together and run as oneDon't shit where they're not supposed toDon't take what's not theirs, they don't compareThey don't scam, don't fightDon't oppress an equals given rightsStarve the poor so they can be well fedLine their holes with the dead ones breadThey don't scurry when something bigger comes theirwayDon't pack themselves together and run as one (2x)Don't shit where they're not supposed toDon't take what's not theirs, they don't compare...Rats... They don't compare (2x)Ben, the two of us need look no more (5X)
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