Dear Sir - Good Rats

When your life is a valise

And you’re packing only dirty shirts

And you compromise you mother’s eyes

To tranquilize your trigger finger itch

Well I swear I’d rather clean the cages at the zoo

Than to change my songs for you

When you struggle for the lights

And the phone becomes your bedtime mate

And you find yourself with a bloody tongue

Talking to the people that you hate

Well I swear I’d rather clean the cages at the zoo

Than to change my songs for you

Than to change my songs for you

Than to change my songs for you

I am nothing but some red ink or some black

I’m demotion or a second Cadillac

When you sell out all your rights

For a chance to be immortalized

And you duck your friends from Julliard

Oh my God how much more can you take

Well I swear I’d rather clean the cages at the zoo

Than to change my songs for you