Diabetic Rat

They poked his little heart out
'Til blood sprayed on the floor
We've all had broken hearts before.

They ground his little liver
Yeah you know how it goes
We've all had days like those.

So please don't cut me Kathy,
Please don't cut me Paul.
He's scared and tired and hungry
But then again aren't we all
His urine's kind of sweet
But we've all been through that...

And aren't we all a bit just like a diabetic rat
Yes, aren't we all a bit just like that diabetic rat

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Copyright 1997 Zach London