3

I give I gave I got
what was coming to me
I am a dirty rat scoundrel
Spreading plague to my unsuspecting victims

Give me liberty or give me death
they says
such happy dreams
death they got because of me

I climb my new vacant land
and honestly am a little sad
from my cheek there drips a tear
and on that tear lies only fear

i scamper off to find anew
but of course with me
death walks
keeps steps in time with mine
we head towards
the friends i desire to find