The Rat Who Would Be King

Even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a while
Once you’re in you’re pretty much fucked
When I was the rat
The rat who would be king
I imagined typhoid and us alone
Always us alone
And I’ve waited on the sidelines all this time, all this time
And I’ve a grenade
With our names scratched on the side
But that’s just love
And you know that love’s not enough
No, no, love’s not enough
Crawl from the sea
Wait for some thumbs
A greatness to breed
Build the mall of America
When I was rat
The rat who would be king
I imagined ashes and us alone
Always us alone
And I’ve waited on the sidelines all this time, all this time
And I’ve a grenade
With our names scratched on the side
But that’s just love
And you know that love’s not enough
No, no, love’s not enough
Love’s not enough, love’s not
Not enough