Running Through Tunnels - Kid Harpoon

In this town we live like rats

With license plates on carrier bags

By pen and gun, buy word or bullet

By tongue and teeth

They’d eat us all if only they could

Scimper, scamper, what’s for dinner?

Scrimp and save up all your morsels

It’s your turn to be our next meal

As you can see in the life I’ve lead

A generation that’s up ahead

To change the way we think and do

And soon they will get to you

Scimper, scamper, what’s for dinner?

Follow me pretty things there’s

Evil needles in this haystack

Ah, the piper left his calling card

His calling card, his calling card

The dustman took our home

We bled into the drains and ran off into the sea

Oh well, the melody is calling us, it’s calling us

It’s calling us we’re scratching our heads

Follow my lead skipping out the dead

Scimper, scamper, what’s for dinner?

It’s your turn to be our next meal