A Rat Without a Tale

Is this silly paragon a marvel or a stain

A fixture for the ages or a link of spoiled chain

The ultra-modern statement of abominable crime

In every nervous etching of its swaggering design

Mother says my baby boy was born to be a star

She doesn't know that every night he stiffs the reservoir

Churning out a fiction of ingenious for the kids

How vermin learn to live in places life itself forbids

I see hours of battered time

Not for yours, I miss of mine

I see holiness in ruin, I see barrenness for sale

I see sexual provocation, without any inclination

Of a history derailed

I see a rat without a tale

I see a rat without a tale

I see a rat without a tale

(Tell me how you really feel)

Now what's to come of Johnny in the autumn of his years

The faulty institutions have the spiritless revered

Ordinary dabble for the stationary buyer

A song of slick vanilla sing the toxic-pigeon choir

Peddlers and poacher prove the very best of friends

Associating produce to appropriated trends

The cat is always hungry, that's just how he got so fat

I think I hear a rattle snake, I think I smell a rat

I see hours of battered time

Not for yours, I miss of mine

I see holiness in ruin, I see barrenness for sale

I see sexual provocation, without any inclination

Of a history derailed

I see a rat without a tale

I see a rat without a tale

I see a rat without a tale

I see a rat without a tale

I see a rat without a tale

I see a rat without a tale

I see a rat without a tale

I see a rat without a tale