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Second Rate - Spunge

""man -I love the way, you never stop your frowning, but if i saw you drowning, I wouldnt waste my time to rescue you. woman -love the way, you eat soup with your fingers the way your oder lingers, for"

Big Rat - Wedding Present

"And there's something I've got To tell you and I'm not Sure how to put it in words I had a feeling you might Have guessed that something's not right Maybe you've already heard I don't know I don't know I"

Alley Rat - Insane Clown Posse

"Gang bang. Pissed off. Swang thangs. Shit talk. Southwest. Street hood. Spit on. Ripped off. No hoes. Pro wings. No real. Gold rings. Lips swoll. Chin rocked. Eyes in them "O" rings. Street clown. No joke."

Intoxicated Rat - Doc Watson

"The other night when I come in, so drunk I couldn't see I hooked my toe in the old doormat and fell as flat as I could be I had me a little old bottle o' booze (and I didn't have no more) When I fell"

Frat Rats - One Bad Pig

"Chorus: Frat rats and sorority swine Your problem is the same as mine I fyou look to the world to satisfy Youll find that its empty, empty, empty inside Go buy a pink izod Rush week - play like God No"

Pulse Rate - Whatever It Takes

"(Verse) I should write a report on why we change day to day with hours and hours of research and humans locked up in a cage then tally the data with the results inconclusive damnit I ve been at this one"

Baby Rats - MU330

"She's beautiful and political she's vegan so I'm watching what I'm eating- if there's a hole in the ozone how could she notice me, if I eat rainforest beef will she smell it on my teeth. She doesn't wear"

King Rat - Modest Mouse

"(laughs) I love this shit. Well! Well! Well! Well! We spun like birds on fire Right down towards the residence, and I I took all that I desired Even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on"

Road rats - Gabriel Mann

"We Work This Band 'cause They Make It Rock,But We're the Guys That Make It Roll.We Move the Drums and Amps and Junk.Road Rats: We're a Pack,And the Road's Our Home.On the Road Half My Young Man's Life.I"

Rat Racing - Pallas

"The call of the wild, brings me to my window-sill, eyes to the dawn. A tug on a heartstring by soft unknown, fingers. Leading me on But there's only a streetlamp, standing guard to my soul, In the morning"

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