Rats written by Elly Hopkins
CREDITS
Vocals and Guitar - Elly Hopkins
Bass - Stuart Oliver
Drums - Scott Hammond
LYRICS
I don’t get your messages
you’re in the spam til I fish you out
This distance is driving us closer to
having nothing to talk about
you and your little cogs keep whirring
dreaming up your heavy load
painting your martyr self-portrait
certain that you are owed
there’s rats at the back
you can have it back
there’s rats at the back
not another peep outta you
and no more power to you
I cannot believe you
but here we are
This isn’t friendly fire
You’re on the scent like a bloodhound
I’m gonna wade through water
there’s no way that I’m sticking around
How did it get so out of whack
my what a merciless mess
I thought people get older and wiser
but I’ll leave you to regress
there’s rats at the back
you can have it back
there’s rats at the back
not another peep outta you
and no more power to you
I cannot believe you
but here we are
thought you could keep me on the spot
I thought you were someone that you’re not
think you’ve got a few loose screws
I’m stepping out of your centrifuge
not another peep outta you
and no more power to you
I cannot believe you
but here we are
Filmed by Chris Magee for @Bopflix, at the @thebristolfringe3017 September 2024