We dont talk about Rats by And The Dead Editor Lyrics

We don't talk about Rats, rats, rats, rats!
We don't talk about Rats... but
It was my rat day
It was our rat day
We were getting ready, and there wasn't a rat in the sky
No rats allowed in the sky
The Boss Rat walks in with a mischievous rat-
RAT!!
You telling this rat, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi rat, go on
The Boss Rat says, "It looks like rats"
Why did he tell us?
In doing so, he floods my rat
Rat, get the rats
Married in a rat
What a joyous rat... but anyway
We don't talk about Rats, rats, rats, rats!
We don't talk about Rats!
Hey! Grew to live in fear of The Boss Rat stuttering or stumbling
I could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling rats, rat-rat-rat
It's a heavy rat, with a rat so humbling
Always left Rat and the other rats fumbling
Grappling with rats they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A sеven-foot rat
Rats along his rats
When he calls your rats
It all fadеs to rats
Yeah, he sees your rats
And feasts on your rats (RATS!)
We don't talk about Rats, rat, rat, rat!
We don't talk about Rat, rat, rat, rat!
We don't talk about Rats
we don't talk about Rats!
He told me my rat would die
The next day: Rat! (Rat, rat!)
He told me I'd grow a rat!
And just like he said... (rat, rat!)
He said that all my rats would disappear, now look at my rat!
rat, rat! Rat!
Your rat is sealed when your rat is read!
He told me that the rat of my dreams would be promised, and someday be rat
He told me that my rat would grow, like the rats that thrive on the rat
Óye, Rat is on his way
He told me that the rat of my dreams would be just out of reach
Betrothed to another rat
It's like I hear him now
Hey rat, I want not a rat out of you
it's like I can hear him now
I can hear him now
Um, Rat...
Yeah, about that Rat...
I really need to know about Rat...
Gimmie the rat and the whole rat, Rat!
Isabella, your rat's here
Time for rat!
A seven-foot rat
it was my rat day, it was our rat day
Rats along his rat
we were getting ready
When he calls your rat
and there wasn't a rat in the sky
It all fades to rats
no rats allowed in the sky!
Yeah, he sees your rats
The Boss Rat walks in with a mischievous rat-
And feasts on your rats
RATS!
You telling this rat, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi rat, go on
óye, Rat is on his way
The Boss rat says, "It looks like rats"
a seven-foot rat, rats along his rats
In doing so, he floods my rat
Married in a rat
He's here!
Don't talk about rats, no! (Why did I talk about rats?)
Not a word about rats
I never should've brought up rats!