Rats
They don't eat, don't sleep
They don't feed, they don't seethe
Bare their gums when they moan and squeak
Lick the dirt off a larger one's feet
They don't push, don't crowd
Congregate until they're much too loud
Fuck to procreate till they are dead
Drink the blood of their so called best friend
They don't scurry when something bigger comes their way
Don't pack themselves together and run as one
Don't shit where they're not supposed to
Don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare
They don't scam, don't fight
Don't oppress an equals given rights
Starve the poor so they can be well fed
Line their holes with the dead ones bread
They don't scurry when something bigger comes their way
Don't pack themselves together and run as one
Don't shit where they're not supposed to
Don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare
Rats, they don't compare
Ben, the two of us need look no more
Ratas
No comen, no duermen
No se alimentan, no ven el
Desnudar sus encías cuando gemían y chillan
Lamer la suciedad de los pies de uno más grande
No empujan, no se agolpan
Congregarse hasta que estén demasiado ruidosos
Fuck para procrear hasta que estén muertos
Bebe la sangre de su mejor amigo
No se escabullen cuando algo más grande viene en su camino
No se empacar y correr como uno solo
No cagues donde se supone que no deben
No tomes lo que no es de ellos, no comparan
No estafan, no peleen
No oprima a derechos iguales dados
Mueran de hambre a los pobres para que puedan alimentarse bien
Alinee sus agujeros con el pan de los muertos
No se escabullen cuando algo más grande viene en su camino
No se empacar y correr como uno solo
No cagues donde se supone que no deben
No tomes lo que no es de ellos, no comparan
Las ratas no se comparan
Ben, los dos no necesitamos mirar más
Composição: Dave Abbruzzese / Eddie Vedder / Jeff Ament / Mike McCready / Stone Gossard