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