Well now I AM the proud mouse king I take the throne I lead us over battlefield and under stone Over bone and blood And minced mouse meat The rabbit is nothing but a mouse once more I’;m leading us to ruin I’m leading us to use Use by masses poorly understood Misused meeces breaks the tool I’m finally falling fell to all the stories that I’ve brought Upon myself I’m dying under wagon wheel and under all this weight I’ve carried nothing any distance I’ve failed many I’ve lost my touch And in three years I’ve aged too much And I don’t know how they took it from me I don’t know how they took it from me Proud mouse king is standing bowed Broken underneath the rabbit’s weight Mousehole stolen Cheese stolen Locked in cage and twitching I’ve lost my will for this I’ve lost my will for this. And I don’t know how they took it from me. I’m just tired of all of this. So as I lay weeping Next to curled sleeping form I know that you know what I knew inmy heart It’s broken down and stalled Mouse crushed to meat beneath rabbit’s feet I’ve fallen deep and I wish you hadn’t seen. I wish you hadn’t seen at all. Muridae.
Dangerous Music for Dangerous Times.
