Rat King

by Ted's Dead

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released May 19, 2017

Ian Bentley - Vocals and bass
Thomas Wolfe - Vocals and guitar
German Sent - Drums

All songs written and produced by Ted's Dead
Engineered by Michael Burgermichael and Terry Edelman
Mixed and Mastered by Terry Edelman at Spacejam Studios
(c) and (p) 2017 Ted's Dead

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Ted's Dead New York, New York

Ted's Dead's music plays on contrasts; playful lyrics give way to political tirades and danceable verses crumble into pummeling breakdowns. Through battered skins, shattered sticks, minor sins and broken picks Ted's Dead spread the gospell of punk rock, do-it-yourself, and civil disobedience. ... more

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Track Name: Rat King
Ain't got nothin' to do today;
I ain't taking out the garbage, Mom;
I think it's time I moved away;
And no one's gonna miss the dog

It ain't that bad;
Livin' with the rats;
Stepping on the cracks;
I ain't coming back to you

Ain't got nothin' to do today;
And no one gives a kid a job;
All my friends have gone away;
Maybe the rats wanna play

It ain't that bad;
Livin' with the rats;
Stepping on the cracks;
I ain't coming back to you

Na na na na na
Track Name: Thoughts & Prayers
You're a gun for a higher calling;
Trigger sight held on the coffin;
Punishing us for your fear;
The only thing that you can offer

Red white blue and Red;
Nails and bullets in your hands

You're a gun for a higher calling;
Trigger sight held on the coffin;
Punishing us for your fear;
The only thing that you can offer

Thoughts and prayers;
Thoughts and prayers;
Thoughts and prayers;
Thoughts and prayers
Track Name: Fuck Trump
You live in a world of fallacies;
Focused always on trivialities;
You put down the ones you hate;
So that others will venerate you

Fuck Trump, Fuck Trump, Fuck Trump, Fuck Trump, Fuck

But the world doesn't work like that;
We stand up when under attack;
And as the term grows late;
We are going to desemate you

Fuck Trump, Fuck Trump, Fuck Trump, Fuck Trump, Fuck
Track Name: Infestation
Just like a one night stand;
It started on the couch;
Pretty soon it moved into the bedroom;
I don't know how a guys' supposed to get any sleep around here

I can't live like this;
Infestation
I can't live like this;
I've got an infestation
I can't like like this;
Can't live like this;
I can't live like this;
Got an infestation

Ants, rats, leeches, locusts, cockroaches, bed bugs, Canadians, French Canadians, chupacabra!

They're creeping' down the hall
Trying to break my resolve
I got a solution
Gonna teach these fuckers to crawl

Oh I guess I could call the exterminator in or somethin'

I can't live like this;
Infestation
I can't live like this;
Can't live like this;
I can't like like this;
I've got an infestation
I can't live like this
Track Name: Gut Rot
I don't know why you treat me the way, the way that you do
It's not nice and I never did anything, never did anything to you

I've got gut rot, you're my gut rot
I've got gut rot, you're my gut rot
I've got gut rot, you're my gut rot
I've got gut rot, you're my gut rot

I don't know why you treat me the way, the way that you do
It's unkind and I'm starting to feel like you've got something to prove

I've got gut rot, you're my gut rot
I've got gut rot, you're my gut rot
I've got gut rot, you're my gut rot
I've got gut rot, you're my gut rot

I measure my life as a series of weird shits, you're just one of them

Yeah, I measure my life as a series of weird shits, won't have you again

I've got gut rot, you're my gut rot