Dead Rat

There was a dead rat beneath the windows of my building
Of my building
Of my building
And the children would point sticks at it and poke

And it went and got itself all frozen dead the night before
While Mr. Jones and Ms. Gonzalez were out having a good smoke
Having a good smoke

Oh, Charlie with the walker was out thinking of Milwaukee
As he downed another 30th century beer
And so he hadn't noticed that the cold winds were the closest
And so he hadn't noticed that the night was drawing near

But what's one less in a world of so many
When only mushroom clouds can leave ripples on our souls?
What's one less?
Either way we've got a mess
And no one hears the calls anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore

There was a dead rat beneath the windows of my building
Of my building
Of my building
And the children would point sticks at it and poke

And it went and got itself all frozen dead the night before
While Mr. Jones and Ms. Gonzalez were out having a good smoke
Having a good