Rats of L.a.

And all the rats here

They live up in the palm trees

I see them out in the evening

Walking on the wires

And it's not that clear to me

Just how they came to be

Let's go down, to the corner

And get some beer...

It's ten o'clock now

I guess we should get going

We have a duty to the people

To set this city right

I've got thirty bucks to spend

And a hundred hipster friends

There's a man selling fruit

And he's angry...

If you get sick in the sun

Just know you're not the only one

And chances are you'll get yourself back

Tomorrow...

We should all

Take it slow

And stay up all night