The Rat and the Fiddle Songtext

Pressure is only what brings together contrasts of mind and stormy weather
Weather or whether I'd rather know
I really want what you'd rather show

I never quite heard the thoughts that you said
But I'd rather lose sleep than eat with the dead
At the torn tables while spinning our spoons
With the dish and the cow that jumped over the moon
And tried to achieve what they just could not do.