The Doors - Dead Cats, Dead Rats lyrics

Dead cats, dead rats Can't see what they were at, all right Dead cat in a top hat, wow s**ing on the young man's blood Wishing he could come, yeah s**ing on the soldier's brain Wishing it would be the same Dead cat, dead rat Can't you see what they were at? Fat cat in a top hat Thinks he's an aristocrat Thinks he can k** and slaughter Thinks he can shoot my daughter Yeah right! oh yeah! Oh right! yeeah! Dead cats, dead rats Think they're an aristocrat Crap, now that's crap!