Fishwives - Pied Piper Lyrics

A rusty sun
A musky Monday fair above the dusty terrain
Scraping skies with tetanus, our home, a garbage precipice
It's no wonder he confused us with rats

They called a man
A grey witch music man
To polish up the putrid vats
We as kids have much to say but little of it makes its way
As evidence
We're credulous
Such petulance

Pretty people bathing in the treacle, tight chest, mascarpone
Sweet skinned, gentle to me
Mummy, daddy, all decayed (Fat free, home made)
Under my feet wherever I run (Deboned, well done)
Drink it all down, drink it all down ...

A whistle in his hand, he's a man to depend on
He takes the rats to the gathering in Grahamstown

A rusty sun, a musky Monday fair above a dusty terrain
Scraping skies with tetanus, our home a garbage precipice
It's no wonder that we turned into rats

Four years past, and now I ask, is it possible to leave this town
The streets slimy with the glue of the Pied Piper's tune
And enough whiskey
To help us drown

Pretty people bathing in the treacle, tight chest, mascarpone
Sweet skinned, gentle to me
Mummy, daddy, all decayed (Fat free, home made)
Under my feet wherever I run (Deboned, well done)
Drink it all down, drink it all down...

A whistle in his hand, he's a man to depend on
He takes the rats to the gathering in Grahamstown