Phil Fleish - Good Rats

Lashing out like fire

On a cold and windy day

Uncontrolled desire

Has stole his mind away

And now he has a corner

And woodblocks wedged to play

Now he’s always looking out

But noone’s looking in

Live his life in doubt now

But never deep in sin

And at night they sneak by

And then they lock him in

Lashing out like fire

On a cold and windy day

Uncontrolled desire

Stole his mind away

And now he has a corner, yeah

And woodblocks wedged to play