The Effects of Suicide on Reincarnated Rats

When the rats looked over their skin
They saw the map of where they had been
The output made everyone sad
Spliced into all that they had
He said: cut me up, ya cut me up
Yeah, ya cut me up in two
One side feeds the other
Not a whole lot more we can do
A million volts applied in service of unselfish genes
A gen. and then they all forget what it means

Ah hoooooooooooooo
As rats we reincarnate

When the rats crept out of their cave
They were surprised to find out it was day
The sadness penetrated their heart
And left them scurrying in the dark
He said: cut me up, ya cut me up
Yeah, ya cut me up again
One side feeds the other
Not a whole lot more left to say
A million volts applied in service of unselfish genes
A gen. or two and then forget what it means

Ah hoooooooooooooo
As rats we reincarnate
Ah hoooooooooooooo
Woe to the beautiful ones