Sewer rats of New York city

Down below (the city's glow) Shadows scurry through foul streams Whiskered whispers tell their tales In the gutter's vibrant dreams In the maze (the underbelly) Echoes of the surface roar Tiny feet, in rhythm march Beneath the streets they've claimed as theirs Steel grates (hum above) Rush of life they seldom see Secret kingdoms, thrones of rust In the empire's great debris Through the pipes (their anthem wails) Songs of scraps and freedom sung In their realm (beneath the swell) From the darkness, they ascend Kings and queens of trash enthroned In tunnels where the daylight ends Scavengers (in their domain) Crafting castles from the waste Surf the tide (the underground) Ride the filth with skater's grace Crafting legend in the grime In this labyrinth, they race Darkness fades (rats' parade) Their empire winks in shadow's jest Neon above (but down below) Their crowns amassed from what we throw Channels carved by human hands Transformed to their domain so grand Below the rush (their kingdom vast) In whispers, plans, they're unsurpassed Majesty (in decay's hold) Their congress in the catacombs Silver fur in twilight's fold They forage through our cast-off combs [Chorus] They reign beneath, the city's thrum Their tails entwined, in secret sums