Year of the Rat
There's a way, just walk the line
Keep your direction and read the signs
Just play the game or fade away
Make your confessions and book a ride
Now that your sparkling smile is outworn
Now that your famous blue raincoat is torn
Spin me a lie, and we'll slip through the haze
Just like Louise, we'll get lost in the shades
Change your name and change your face
For your protection and the new day
Believe in me, you can be free
Escape the aggression and book that ride
Now you're a rat, and you can't sleep at night
Under the spell of the following eye
This is the game, there's no getting out
I've seen the end, and it looks like a nine
You feel the chill that just crept down your spine
This time, the last surrender
Ax won't be buried, not never, not sorry
It is too late to worry
Now you're a rat, and you can't sleep at night
Under the spell of the following eye
This is the game, there's no getting out
I've seen the end, and it looks like a nine
You feel the chill that just crept down your spine
This time, the last surrender
Ax won't be buried, not never, not sorry
It is too late to worry
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh
Keep your direction and read the signs
Just play the game or fade away
Make your confessions and book a ride
Now that your sparkling smile is outworn
Now that your famous blue raincoat is torn
Spin me a lie, and we'll slip through the haze
Just like Louise, we'll get lost in the shades
Change your name and change your face
For your protection and the new day
Believe in me, you can be free
Escape the aggression and book that ride
Now you're a rat, and you can't sleep at night
Under the spell of the following eye
This is the game, there's no getting out
I've seen the end, and it looks like a nine
You feel the chill that just crept down your spine
This time, the last surrender
Ax won't be buried, not never, not sorry
It is too late to worry
Now you're a rat, and you can't sleep at night
Under the spell of the following eye
This is the game, there's no getting out
I've seen the end, and it looks like a nine
You feel the chill that just crept down your spine
This time, the last surrender
Ax won't be buried, not never, not sorry
It is too late to worry
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh
Credits
Writer(s): Ole Vistnes, Anders Hoeyvik Hidle, Mariangela Demurtas, Oesten Bergoey
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