From: Mark A. Cooper
To: <filks@lspace.org>
Subject: Filks from 99
Date: Sun, 16 Apr 2000 01:52:15 +0100
--- Rat Out of Hell ---
Rat Out of Hell (to the tune of Bat Out of Hell by Meat Loaf)
The people are screaming and Angua's howling
Way down in Ankh-Morpork tonight
There's a man in the shadows with a cowl round his head
And a scythe shining oh so bright
There's evil in the air, and there's Dibbler in the Square
And a killer's in the bloodshot streets
And down in the tunnel where the beggars are living
Oh I swear I saw a Vimes
Down in the gutter
And he'd lost his cardboard boots from his feet...
Oh Death you're the only thing on the whole Disc
That's pure and good and right
And wherever you are and wherever you go
For someone, there'll be no more light...
But I gotta get out
Before the final crack of dawn
So we gotta make the most of our curry night together
When they're all dead you'll know
We'll both be so alone
Like a rat out of hell
I'll be gone before old Albert comes
When the night is over
Like a rat out of hell I'll be gone, gone, gone
Like a rat out of hell I'll be gone before old Albert comes
When the day is done
And the sun goes down
And the moonlight's shining through
Then like old Arnold [1] before the gates of Morpork
I'll come crawling on back to you
I'm gonna ride on Binky like a battering rat
And take life from every rat, bat and mouse
When his harness is hot and he whinnies from hunger
And we're all about to see the house
Nothing ever grows in your rotten old hole
And everything is blackened and lost
And just the Pendulum rocks
And just the Last Bell tolls
And living's never worth the cost
And I'm the Death of Rats, and I'll never get out
And maybe I'm damned if I do
But if I ever found a beat (if I ever had a heart)
You know I'd rather be Death with you
If I gotta be Death, you know I wanna be Death
Scything through the night with you
If I gotta be Death, you know I wanna be Death
Gotta be Death, you know I wanna be Death
If I gotta be Death, you know I wanna be Death
Scything through the night
Scything through the night
Scything through the night with you
Oh Death you're the only thing on the whole Disc
That's pure and good and right
And wherever you are and wherever you go
For someone, there'll be no more light...
But I gotta get out
Before the final crack of dawn
So we gotta make the most of our curry night together
When they're all dead you'll know
We'll both be so alone
Like a rat out of hell
I'll be gone before old Albert comes
When the night is over
Like a rat out of hell I'll be gone, gone, gone
Like a rat out of hell I'll be gone before old Albert comes
When the day is done
And the sun goes down
And the moonlight's shining through
Then like old Arnold before the gates of Morpork
I'll come crawling on back to you
Then like old Arnold before the gates of Morpork
I'll come crawling on back to you
I can see myself
Scamp'ring up the road
Faster than any other rat has gone
And my skin's non-existent, and my soul's not there
But no one's gonna stop me now
I gotta make my escape
But I can't stop thinking of you
And I never see your blade a-swinging 'til it's way too late
I never see your blade a-swinging 'til it's way too late
Rats are dying on the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun
And I come to get them all on Binky's back
And at the Uni, there's a wizard tolling Old Tom's bell
And I imagine I can see my heart
Still beating
Breaking out of my body
And running away
Like a rat out of hell
Rats are dying on the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun
And I come to get them all on Binky's back
And at the Uni, there's a wizard tolling Old Tom's bell
And I imagine I can see my heart
Still beating
Still beating
Breaking out of my body
And running away
Like a rat out of hell
Like a rat out of hell
Like a rat out of hell
Like a rat out of hell
Like a rat out of hell
Like a rat out of hell
[1] Arnold Sideways. No legs, IIRC...
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