Midnight in the cellar

Dinner on the floor

Sleeping in the gutter

He fights a private war

Hiding in the doorway

Weapon at his side

Rob you for a nickel

You'd better run and hide He's a street rat

Nothing to offer

Street rat

Snake in the grass

Street rat

Steals another meal

Street rat

But it maybe his last The look of desperation

Sure to bite the dust

His constant nauseation

A real social cross

He's a street rat

Nothing to offer Street rat

Snake in the grass

Street rat

Steals another meal

Street rat

But it maybe his last Post war anti-social

A fading of the brain

He's hopeless at his high school

And lurking in the rain His face is badly beaten

A nasty thing to see

Street rats on the rampage

You'd best keep away from me (Street rat)

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