At town hall there's a meeting to decide whether or not I am guilty
And minds are made up so unfairly after all, looks are deceiving
But I try to defend at all costs, will it help us in the end?
It's getting hard to pretend we're all angels and not a bunch of rats
And that's that
Sentenced to be put back into your home with a dysfunctional family
Leaving you with nothing but a shit job and a poorly told story
But I try to defend at all costs, will it help us in the end?
It's getting hard to pretend we're all angels and not a bunch of rats
A bunch of rats