Running Through Tunnels

In this town we live like rats With license plates on carrier bags By pen and gun, buy word or bullet By tongue and teeth They'd eat us all if only they could Scimper, scamper, what's for dinner? Scrimp and save up all your morsels It's your turn to be our next meal As you can see in the life I've lead A generation that's up ahead To change the way we think and do And soon they will get to you Scimper, scamper, what's for dinner? Follow me pretty things there's Evil needles in this haystack Ah, the piper left his calling card His calling card, his calling card The dustman took our home We bled into the drains and ran off into the sea Oh well, the melody is calling us, it's calling us It's calling us we're scratching our heads Follow my lead skipping out the dead Scimper, scamper, what's for dinner? It's your turn to be our next meal