From: "Mark A. Cooper" To: Subject: Filks from 99 Date: Sun, 16 Apr 2000 01:52:15 +0100 --- Rat Out of Hell --- Rat Out of Hell (to the tune of Bat Out of Hell by Meat Loaf) The people are screaming and Angua's howling Way down in Ankh-Morpork tonight There's a man in the shadows with a cowl round his head And a scythe shining oh so bright There's evil in the air, and there's Dibbler in the Square And a killer's in the bloodshot streets And down in the tunnel where the beggars are living Oh I swear I saw a Vimes Down in the gutter And he'd lost his cardboard boots from his feet... Oh Death you're the only thing on the whole Disc That's pure and good and right And wherever you are and wherever you go For someone, there'll be no more light... But I gotta get out Before the final crack of dawn So we gotta make the most of our curry night together When they're all dead you'll know We'll both be so alone Like a rat out of hell I'll be gone before old Albert comes When the night is over Like a rat out of hell I'll be gone, gone, gone Like a rat out of hell I'll be gone before old Albert comes When the day is done And the sun goes down And the moonlight's shining through Then like old Arnold [1] before the gates of Morpork I'll come crawling on back to you I'm gonna ride on Binky like a battering rat And take life from every rat, bat and mouse When his harness is hot and he whinnies from hunger And we're all about to see the house Nothing ever grows in your rotten old hole And everything is blackened and lost And just the Pendulum rocks And just the Last Bell tolls And living's never worth the cost And I'm the Death of Rats, and I'll never get out And maybe I'm damned if I do But if I ever found a beat (if I ever had a heart) You know I'd rather be Death with you If I gotta be Death, you know I wanna be Death Scything through the night with you If I gotta be Death, you know I wanna be Death Gotta be Death, you know I wanna be Death If I gotta be Death, you know I wanna be Death Scything through the night Scything through the night Scything through the night with you Oh Death you're the only thing on the whole Disc That's pure and good and right And wherever you are and wherever you go For someone, there'll be no more light... But I gotta get out Before the final crack of dawn So we gotta make the most of our curry night together When they're all dead you'll know We'll both be so alone Like a rat out of hell I'll be gone before old Albert comes When the night is over Like a rat out of hell I'll be gone, gone, gone Like a rat out of hell I'll be gone before old Albert comes When the day is done And the sun goes down And the moonlight's shining through Then like old Arnold before the gates of Morpork I'll come crawling on back to you Then like old Arnold before the gates of Morpork I'll come crawling on back to you I can see myself Scamp'ring up the road Faster than any other rat has gone And my skin's non-existent, and my soul's not there But no one's gonna stop me now I gotta make my escape But I can't stop thinking of you And I never see your blade a-swinging 'til it's way too late I never see your blade a-swinging 'til it's way too late Rats are dying on the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun And I come to get them all on Binky's back And at the Uni, there's a wizard tolling Old Tom's bell And I imagine I can see my heart Still beating Breaking out of my body And running away Like a rat out of hell Rats are dying on the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun And I come to get them all on Binky's back And at the Uni, there's a wizard tolling Old Tom's bell And I imagine I can see my heart Still beating Still beating Breaking out of my body And running away Like a rat out of hell Like a rat out of hell Like a rat out of hell Like a rat out of hell Like a rat out of hell Like a rat out of hell [1] Arnold Sideways. No legs, IIRC...