The mystery of life

Why do we feel love?

And why is it not enough?

Is something in the way?

You know I read sometimes

That rat tails intertwine

And they die from being tied together

Is something in the way of animals

Are we fated to be lonely?

A history of love

Is written in the touch

From a mother to her son

When nothing's in the way

The rats all starve to death

It's actually kind of grim

They call it a rat king

And sightings have been few

But specimens can be viewed

In Göttingen museum

Now where was I? Oh yeah

Singing about love

I'll try to stick to that

How do you think the rats get stuck?

They suggested it's their blood

Which coagulates in clumps

But that just feels made up

How could one rat bleed enough

To get so sticky?

All these questions need unpicking

And somewhere in the out there, are answers

So do I have the focus for a chance at

Give me strength to lead the way

Give me strength to lead the way, mother

Give me focus for the way

Give me focus for the way, mother

Give me strength to lead the way

Give me strength to lead the way, mother

Give me focus for the way

Give me focus for the way, mother

Give me strength to lead the way

Give me strength to lead the way, mother

Give me focus for the way

Give me focus for the way, mother

Give me strength to lead the way

Give me strength to lead the way, mother

I can take them all the way

I can take them all the way, mother

I am become the chosen one

I am unbound from ancient shackles

I am gone to higher ground, brothers

To bring light unto the darkness

I am become the chosen one

I am unbound from ancient shackles

I am gone for higher ground, brothers

To bring light unto the darkness