Midnight in the cellar nDinner on the floor nSleeping in the gutter nHe fights a private war nHiding in the doorway nWeapon at his side nRob you for a nickel nYou'd better run and hide nnHe's a street rat nNothing to offer nStreet rat nSnake in the grass nStreet rat nSteals another meal nStreet rat nBut it maybe his last nnThe look of desperation nSure to bite the dust nHis constant nauseation nA real social cross nHe's a street rat nNothing to offer nnStreet rat nSnake in the grass nStreet rat nSteals another meal nStreet rat nBut it maybe his last nnPost war anti-social nA fading of the brain nHe's hopeless at his high school nAnd lurking in the rain nnHis face is badly beaten nA nasty thing to see nStreet rats on the rampage nYou'd best keep away from me nn(Street rat) n(Street rat) n(Street rat) n(Street rat) n(Street rat) n(Street rat) n(Street rat) n(Street rat) n(Street rat) n(Street rat) n(Street rat) n(Street rat)