Family Band

I can't smell a rat when it's all rat I can't find one in an elevator My mind doesn't work so bad But I am a poor exterminator That's right I can't destroy entirely Or annihilate a little later I can't see the entire city But I'm not a bad exterminator I'm just a shade shy of true wickedness I'm a shade shy of truly loving it, yeah There are other things I'd rather be doing Even nothing, even nothing, even nothing with you One day I'll make some honest rock and roll Full of hand claps and gang vocals I'm going to get all the children involved We're going to get lost on all you locals We'll be a shade shy of true wickedness We'll be a shade shy of truly loving this, yeah There are other things we'd rather be doing, sure Even nothing, even nothing, even nothing with you We'll load out through the snow Through small groups of people smoking Hey, get that kick drum loaded Into the backseat folded down We'll go virtually unnoticed What's gripping the city ain't hitting the town We'll be a shade shy of true wickedness We'll be a shade shy of truly loving it, yeah There are other things that we'll surely miss We'll load out through the snow Through small groups of people smoking Hey, get that kick drum loaded Into the backseat folded down We'll go perfectly unnoticed What's gripping the city ain't hitting the town