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). (Street rat). (Street rat). (Street rat). (Street rat). (Street rat). (Street rat). (Street rat). (Street rat). (Street rat). (Street rat). (Street rat). by pinho_one