Cemetary - Union of the Rats lyrics

It's always finder's keepers This moves too slow Down with the crawly creepers What you borrow you owe — Now here we go — Set the pace, set the tone The strangest thing you've ever known Nothing left to die for. Bitter seed, sour grapes The point from where there's no escape Nothing left to die for... no! Undead & unfamiliar They trim the fat Unlocked & unpeculiar We're the Union of the Rats — We're the Union of the Rats —