The Rats Dress Nice by Uniform Motion Lyrics

So I am, held up again, by a demon's door
I check the clock and it's all ticked off as it's shadow paints the floor
My fallback plan didn't turn out sound but I see a way out
Damn those eyes and those gormless dice, and the cars dished out

I hold my breath till the second gong and put the silver files back in the
Drawer
Oh my lord, give me a second chance, give me a few more bars and a sword

A soldier's truth in a silent room doesn't need more light
The highlight of a day at work, I sell my soul to suit myself and the rats
Dress nice

Take my hand, close your eyes and pray
Take a summersault through the day
Lift up that chin, let the light back in
Let the tears from your pen and the drops from eyes circle in