[Intro]
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[Chorus]
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I'd rather be amongst the clouds
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Elevated, elevated in the sky
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Don't care too much, yeah, for the ground
E
Elevated rats in the sky


[Verse]
A   G   A             G
Liquid gurgling coos (coo)
C#           B
My neck is bobbing like a bobble head
C#                    B
From a high-rise city view apartment
A  G   A         G
Rainbow oil pile, greasy sheen
C#                 B
Never been wild, never been that tame
C#                B
Internal compass paves the way


[Chorus]
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I'd rather be amongst the clouds
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Elevated, elevated in the sky
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Don't care too much, yeah, for the ground
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Elevated rats in the sky


[Verse]
A      G         A       G
I'm so goddamn filthy (filthy)
C#                     B                  C#      B
Am I a pet or is this man tryin' to kill me? (Kill me)
A                            G
Take my little hood off and set me free (ba-da-da)
A                                  G
So I can join the other feathered rats at the bar (ba-da-da)
C#                              B
There's the garbage man with a scar on his heart (ba-da-da)
C#                           B                        E
Primordial reasons got me thinking that we're not so far apart
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Not so far
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Filth rats in the sky
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Not so far apart (ah)
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Skyborne rats don't lie


[Verse]
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I'm making a detour by the pub
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To eat a little lunch and take a load off
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The garbage man knows we're a symbiotic duo
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Look out for the cat named Bruno
E                      A        E             A
Bread crusts are my banquet, puddles are my wine
E                 A            E             A
I revel in the present, each moment, a lifetime
C             A#            C               A#
I need only flap my wings and I'm where I want to be
C                A#           C         A#
This cruel city that I love, my crumb kingdom
C                A#    C                    A#
Doesn't Planet Earth look good from this perch?
C            A#  C         A#
Rats in the sky eat, fly, survive (whoo!)


[Instrumental]
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[Verse]
C               A#
Their mind is miles from their bodies
C                   A#
Forgot the joy of simply being
C                    A#
They miss the magic of the mundane
C                  A#
The way raindrops race down windowpanes
C                  A#
Always hurrying, never arriving
C                          A#
Nothing truly dangerous, nothing surprising
C              A#
Liberated by wings, unburdened by worry
C                                 A#
Forgot the destination but enjoyed the journey (whoo!)


[Outro]
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Joke's on you (scooby-doo-wop, doo-wop)
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You stupid men (scooby-doo-wop, doo-wop)
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I just went to the costume shop (scooby-doo-wop, doo-wop)
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And bought myself some wings (scooby-doo-wop, doo-)