507 Smith

The rat's in its room There's trash in there too I'm trying to coax it out But it's asking for you Paint half the walls Scott's in the hall He owes tens of thousands of dollars To Mortimer Smalls You don't even wanna know what's in the back of that yellow Truck But have a fresh picked strawberry The sun's coming up Bait and tackle Wriggle and writhe Howl and cackle Do you think this guy died? The cat's in the window Mouse in the house I saw one come running right out of his mouth No more babies They can't make it through the maze We made it to moonlight in a daze You've got glue on your fingers Strangers in your car You grab the handle and I'll grab the crowbar His hand's in your glovebox He looks up in dread He's not trying to go back to the county jail With a gash in his head All's well that ends well, but sometimes it just ends All's well that ends well, but sometimes it just ends The pig is still in the pudding The fridge is full of pies We can't close the windows But that keeps us alive Creosote packs the chimney Another fuse has blown Not much of a house or a home