A Bunch of Rats

At town hall there's a meeting to decide whether or not I am guilty And minds are made up so unfairly after all, looks are deceiving But I try to defend at all costs, will it help us in the end? It's getting hard to pretend we're all angels and not a bunch of rats And that's that Sentenced to be put back into your home with a dysfunctional family Leaving you with nothing but a shit job and a poorly told story But I try to defend at all costs, will it help us in the end? It's getting hard to pretend we're all angels and not a bunch of rats A bunch of rats