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VIDEO BY THE MISCHIEF YEAR OF THE RAT Written by MUDRAT Produced by BAD KID Mixed & Mastered by Noah Sole & Reyko! LYRICS Verse 1 Centrelink single mother cheques kept the rent paid, Need a health check? That’s a cheque within a checkmate, My neighbour's mum never checked on her kid, Saw my first death at five, when he burnt to a crisp. Guess the heroin was lit, I never learned to fib, For the truth of the matter was in everything I lived. The 81 was my Chekhov's gun, cheque to cheque, Yet I’m blessed with the debt I shun. I am the voice of the world's worst choices, The son of an abuser, my blood is full of poison. With skin so thick, it's no wonder I’m avoidant, Born in the mud, now my mind forever soiling. I took every bruise, every cut, every noose That I lined to my neck, but I tied it to you. Fuck this world, I’ma die in the stu, But not before you motherfuckers ride to my tunes like: Chorus I came, made a pact To turn my pain to a bladed jack. New foes going tit for tat, Yet every damn year is the year of the rat. Lace my jaded soul, These boots are talking and walking tall. New code - we ain’t giving it back, Every damn year is the year of the rat. Verse 2 I keep hearing that punk’s dead And dusted, lost to the woke mob Who maimed and gushed it. What’s punk? Sheep bunched, Too scared to be fun, Punch down, fuck around, and dare to be blunt. Most of you radicals have never been poor. If your parents own a home, then you're always insured. I could never be a hypocrite or meddle in thought; I’d rather care about nothing and settle in court. I hate virtue signallers who think they’re better than me. You couldn’t give a fuck; you’re just there for social standing. Or it’s the fact that I’m terrified to act, So for now, it’s fuck the world, I will never double back. Chorus I came, made a pact To turn my pain to a bladed jack. New foes going tit for tat, Yet every damn year is the year of the rat. Lace my jaded soul, These boots are talking and walking tall. New code - we ain’t giving it back, Every damn year is the year of the rat. Verse 3 Maybe it’s the fact I’m terrified to act, Terrified to peel bandages I had to wrap. Never had a guiding hand, I’ve only known the slap. Once bitten, twice shy, simple math is that. But maybe it’s the fact I have double to back, Whenever I see a child without love I never had. Suddenly I see a crack, a ray of light in the black, A tunnel I was digging, now my vision’s reintact. I am the voice of the world’s worst choices, But now I lead a choir, our blood full of poison. The same scars that led me on a path of avoidance Are now the mark of a better arc we anoint in. Chorus I came, made a pact To turn my pain to a bladed jack. New foes going tit for tat, Yet every damn year is the year of the rat. Lace my jaded soul, These boots are talking and walking tall. New code - we ain’t giving it back, Every damn year is the year of the rat.