Il testo della Rats

One rat to another said:
I'm lucky to have met you
It's not friend-wise, just to feed me well
(go to hell)
Feed me well, make me high
And i will go my way
Without respect, nothing regret
And i will go my way
(without you)
In extreme need, the fat rat said:
Lucky to have met you
You make me high, so i regret
(can't leave you fat)
Like...rats gathering
Like rats gathering
Like...rats gathering
Like rats gathering
Wandering...gathering...wandering