Return Of The Rat Me-Lotto
Bring him down
Pull his body
To the ground
Left him up
For long enough
Let me be
The baby gruff
John Brown
Bring him down
Pull his body
To the ground
Holiday, holiday
I declare a holiday
Holiday, holiday
No matter what the doctors say
Holiday, holiday
We pull John down
At noon today
Tomorrorw day, nothing rings
Nothing rings and nothing brings
Chains
I don't want any trouble. I don't want to make any waves.
I don't want any conscience. And I don't wanna be brave.
I've kept my distance. My feelings have never been shown.
I know that I've been walking fences,
Denied what I have known.
I carry chains. (I carry chains.)
Heavy, heavy chains. (Chains that are made.)
I carry chains (I carry chains) 'round my feet.
I feel the weight (I feel the weight.)
Chains are the different things that should not be hanging on me.
I put my conscience under a stone, the stone under the ground.
Walked from where I had left it. I hoped it couldn't be found.
My conscience persisted. It's a haunted seed I have sown.
Calls me out from the distance
And it just won't leave me alone.
I carry chains. (I carry chains.)
Chains that are made. (Chains that are made.)
I carry heavy chains. (I carry chains.)
Talk about the weight. (I feel the weight.)
Chains are the temporary things that should not be hanging on me. Me-Lotto