Blackbird Mantra - A Rat at the Ball Lyrics

Howlin coyote
In the dark of the night
Back in the city
A vision, a sign

That leads to this house
With shimmering golden lights
Bodyguards and fancy cars
Outside

Where you hide in a hedge
Till you grab one of these suits by the neck
And put him down to sleep
In the shrubs

To hide him
There for the night
As youre slipping inside
Backsliding into the temple of light
Greedy moths in the shine

Have some champagne
And some pretty talk
Enjoy their puzzled faces
As they start to realize

That theres a rat at their ball
That has eaten from their plates
Has shaken pretty hands
And has seen it all

To witness
All this fake bliss
And to piss at their shrine
No hiding, not for this time
Let this last dance be a wild
One.