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Have you ever stopped to think about what rats do for run?
Sure they crawl around and scurry
Yeah they're always on the run but a rat sure likes a good time
Just like you and me
I'll prove it with a tale about a rat-infested brewery
It started with a little lad named vermin McCann
Who fell upon a drink that made him feel like quite a man
He rounded up his furry boys
Though some wore a frown
They quickly changed their tune and they slammed a couple down
One, two, one-two-three-four
Come on all you good rats
We'll send you to heaven you'll find the pearly gates in the froth and the foam
'Cause in these vats you've made quite a creation
A potion that turned the Guinness to gold
Like mice behind a piper
Rats from all around soon headed for this factory in old Dublin Town
They surely heard the news about this fancy new rat-brew they come
They saw, they had a taste and knocked back a few
One, two, one-two-three-four
Come on all you good rats
We'll send you to heaven you'll find the pearly gates in the froth and the foam
'Cause in these vats you've made quite a creation
A potion that turned the Guinness to gold
The rats were in a tizzy
Addicted to the bone the hairy lugs were giddy
They were never going home
Like a bunch of drunken pirates prepared to walk the plank they drank
They sang, they took a plunge and in the beer they sank
One, two, one-two-three-four
Come on all you good rats
We'll send you to heaven you'll find the pearly gates in the froth and the foam
'Cause in these vats you've made quite a creation
A potion that turned the Guinness to gold
One, two, one-two-three-four
Come on all you good rats
We'll send you to heaven you'll find the pearly gates in the froth and the foam
'Cause in these vats you've made quite a creation
A potion that turned the Guinness to gold
Sure they crawl around and scurry
Yeah they're always on the run but a rat sure likes a good time
Just like you and me
I'll prove it with a tale about a rat-infested brewery
It started with a little lad named vermin McCann
Who fell upon a drink that made him feel like quite a man
He rounded up his furry boys
Though some wore a frown
They quickly changed their tune and they slammed a couple down
One, two, one-two-three-four
Come on all you good rats
We'll send you to heaven you'll find the pearly gates in the froth and the foam
'Cause in these vats you've made quite a creation
A potion that turned the Guinness to gold
Like mice behind a piper
Rats from all around soon headed for this factory in old Dublin Town
They surely heard the news about this fancy new rat-brew they come
They saw, they had a taste and knocked back a few
One, two, one-two-three-four
Come on all you good rats
We'll send you to heaven you'll find the pearly gates in the froth and the foam
'Cause in these vats you've made quite a creation
A potion that turned the Guinness to gold
The rats were in a tizzy
Addicted to the bone the hairy lugs were giddy
They were never going home
Like a bunch of drunken pirates prepared to walk the plank they drank
They sang, they took a plunge and in the beer they sank
One, two, one-two-three-four
Come on all you good rats
We'll send you to heaven you'll find the pearly gates in the froth and the foam
'Cause in these vats you've made quite a creation
A potion that turned the Guinness to gold
One, two, one-two-three-four
Come on all you good rats
We'll send you to heaven you'll find the pearly gates in the froth and the foam
'Cause in these vats you've made quite a creation
A potion that turned the Guinness to gold
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Well, IMK, you say they flog the dead horse of their Irish Heritage and how they came to this country and made it theirs and whatnot, but think about this: When the Irish first came here, they were almost universally hated and reviled, and were so frequently framed for crimes and randomly arrested that "Paddy Wagons" became a nickname for police cars (yes, that's from before the stereotype of the Irish cop). Today, every group that ever had a rough time in America is celebrated- black people went through slavery and now have their own history month, there's a Hispanic heritage month, we talk about how horrible it was for the Chinese railroad workers and the Japanese people sent to concentration camps during WWII. I'm not trying to belittle any of them- they all went through Hell before being accepted here. However, when is the last time that you heard anyone saying we should respect Irishmen for their suffering? Or the last time that an Irish joke didn't get a laugh, because Irish people had a hard time? I would imagine it's because Irish people don't look different, so we conveniently forget they got a lot of sh*t as well. THAT is why DKM and other bands invoke their Irish heritage- there's no politically motivated politician doing it for them.