Real Rat Bastard

You  told  me  I＇m  a  real  rat  bastard

I＇m  telling  you  I  can＇t  deny  it＇s  true

But  step  inside  this  real  rat  bastard

You  be  me  and  I＇ll  be,  I＇ll  be  you

Since  you  left  me  I＇ve  been  lower  than  a  basement

Since  you  left  me  I  have  lost  my  only  friend

I  spit  upon  the  womb  that  made  me

I＇ll  curse  the  world  until  the  bitter  end

I＇m  proud  to  be  a  real  rat  bastard

I＇m  proud  to  wear  my  scar  upon  my  sleeve

I＇ll  probably  be  a  real  rat  bastard

Until  the  day  that  death  is  my  reprieve

So  love  me  as  I  wallow  downward

Smile  upon  me  as  I  stroll  the  avenue

Walk  beside  me  as  I  sing  my  praises

Maybe  someday  you  will  be  a  bastard  too...

We＇re  both  the  same  except  for  you＇ve  got  class  and  style

To  get  you  back  I＇d  walk  at  least  a  half  a  mile

We＇re  both  the  same  except  for  poise  and  charm  and  grace

I＇d  slap  the  pope  just  for  the  chance  to  see  your  face