Lyrics:

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
There are other things I'd rather be doing
Sure even nothing, even nothing with you

One day I'll make some honest rock n roll
Full of hand claps and gang vocals
I'm gonna get all the children involved
We're gonna 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
There are other things we'll rather be doing
Sure, 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

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