Gutter Rats Inn Felony Flats (Live)

Flying high on Cloud 9
My brain is hanging, and my feet can't find the floor
From stage fright to a landmine
Open your mouth
You bitch, I will explode
Stale poverty surrounds me
Felony Flats, I've come to rest my bones
We earned our wing at her crime scene
Gutter Rats, this dead skinned crow's seconds from a new low

Gutter Rats
Gutter Rats
Gutter Rats
There ain't no comin' back
Gutter Rats
Gutter Rats
Gutter Rats
And there ain't no crawlin'

I can't tell you up from down
Center stage in an endless hit parade
We will suffer the hard ground
And gravitate towards a Pabst Blue serenade
We found rhyme
We found reason
Felony Flats, it ain't that hard to find
Go blowin' a one time season
Gutter Rats, your time well spent's turned a life of slime

Gutter Rats
Gutter Rats
Gutter Rats
There ain't no comin' back
Gutter Rats
Gutter Rats
Gutter Rats
And there ain't no crawlin back!

A band of failed musicians lashing out at a society that won't listen to 'em
What else is new
But they're target?
The only capital oedipus their MTV minds will recognize
Now let's break some mold with some Mock N' Roll

No time for livin' in your slow dance with death
No time for livin'. I'm goin' out of my head
No time for livin'
No crawlin' back from these Felony Flats
From these Gutter Rats. Go!



Credits
Writer(s): Todd Hines
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