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Thunder racing down the street freight train running at rocket speed I got fleas in my fur and my room is a mess of rats they´ll be leaving the ship and after the storm they come back I got rats and rumours, rats and rumours, rats and rumours on the way Whiskey throttle I run out of road pulls my arms like a bull on a rope got used to people talking behind my back they´re flies and roaches cracking under my step I got rats and rumours, rats and rumours, rats and rumours on the way there are rats and rumours, rats and rumours, rats and rumours on the way Kick it! Suck me out and have my soul for dinner the road gets narrow and the rubber gets thinner try shaking´em off but they won´t let me be Ain´t asking for trouble, trouble is asking for me I got rats and rumours, rats and rumours, rats and rumours on the way Songtextecause there are rats and rumours, rats and rumours, rats and rumours on the way Rats and rumours crossing my way, rats and rumours crossing my way, rats and rumours crossing my way, Kick it! Rats and rumours crossing my way, rats and rumours crossing my way, Mamama, rats and rumours crossing my way, Uh! Rats and rumours crossing my way, crossing my way, rats and rumours crossing my way, rats and rumours crossing my way (Dank an Hans für den Text) Aus Songtexte Mania