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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Vocals
Michael Cavanagh
Michael Cavanagh
Drums
Cook Craig
Cook Craig
Vocals
Joseph Walker
Joseph Walker
Guitar
Lucas Harwood
Lucas Harwood
Vocals
Stuart Mackenzie
Stuart Mackenzie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Ambrose Kenny-Smith
Songwriter
Michael Cavanagh
Michael Cavanagh
Songwriter
Cook Craig
Cook Craig
Songwriter
Lucas Harwood
Lucas Harwood
Songwriter
Joseph Walker
Joseph Walker
Songwriter
Stuart Mackenzie
Stuart Mackenzie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joseph Carra
Joseph Carra
Mastering Engineer
Sam Joseph
Sam Joseph
Recording Engineer
Stuart Mackenzie
Stuart Mackenzie
Producer

Lyrics

I'd rather be amongst the clouds Elevated, elevated in the sky Don't care too much, yeah, for the ground Elevated rats in the sky Liquid gurgling coos (coo) My neck is bobbing like a bobble head From a high-rise city view apartment Rainbow oil pile, greasy sheen Never been wild, never been that tame Internal compass paves the way I'd rather be amongst the clouds Elevated, elevated in the sky Don't care too much, yeah, for the ground Elevated rats in the sky I'm so goddamn filthy (filthy) Am I a pet or is this man tryin' to kill me? (Kill me) Take my little hood off and set me free (ba-da-da) So I can join the other feathered rats at the bar (ba-da-da) There's the garbage man with a scar on his heart (ba-da-da) Primordial reasons got me thinking that we're not so far apart Not so far Filth rats in the sky Not so far apart (ah) Skyborne rats don't lie I'm making a detour by the pub To eat a little lunch and take a load off The garbage man knows we're a symbiotic duo Look out for the cat named Bruno Bread crusts are my banquet, puddles are my wine I revel in the present, each moment, a lifetime I need only flap my wings and I'm where I want to be This cruel city that I love, my crumb kingdom Doesn't Planet Earth look good from this perch? Rats in the sky eat, fly, survive (whoo!) Their mind is miles from their bodies Forgot the joy of simply being They miss the magic of the mundane The way raindrops race down windowpanes Always hurrying, never arriving Nothing truly dangerous, nothing surprising Liberated by wings, unburdened by worry Forgot the destination but enjoyed the journey (whoo!) (Scooby-doo-wop, doo-wop) (Scooby-doo-wop, doo-wop) (Scooby-doo-wop, doo-wop) (Scooby-doo-wop, doo-wop) Joke's on you (scooby-doo-wop, doo-wop) You stupid men (scooby-doo-wop, doo-wop) I just went to the costume shop (scooby-doo-wop, doo-wop) And bought myself some wings (scooby-doo-wop, doo-)
Writer(s): Stuart Mackenzie, Nicholas Craig, Ambrose Kenny Smith, Joseph Walker, Michael Cavanagh, Lucas Harwood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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