Fill cracks with glue,
Hide gross revenue.
Know the dead can
Only say, Boo.
I'm Deaf I said, I bang my head.
He's Deaf he said, let's bang our head.
Never met, never spoke,
Cry and cry, go (heart) broke.
In the air, smell gun smoke.
End the race, who will croak?
Get clue after clue.
Don't think it through.
Know the deaf can
Also say, Boo.
I'm Deaf I said, I bang my head.
He's Deaf he said, let's band our Head
Never met, never spoke.
Cry and cry, go (heart) broke.
In the air, smell gun smoke.
End the race, who will croak?
Walk the avenue
To the barbecue.
Clock says, Cuckoo.
Guns can't say, Boo.
I'll just say, Boo.
If You Eat a Rat, It Might Taste Good Video (MV)
Performed By: Deaf Club
Language: English
Length: 2:50
Written by: Brian Alalfitano, Jason Klein, Justin Pearson, Scott Osment, Tommy Meehan
Deaf Club - If You Eat a Rat, It Might Taste Good Lyrics
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Fill cracks with glue,
Hide gross revenue.
Know the dead can
Only say, Boo.
I'm Deaf I said, I bang my head.
He's Deaf he said, let's bang our head.
Never met, never spoke,
Cry and cry, go (heart) broke.
In the air, smell gun smoke.
End the race, who will croak?
Get clue after clue.
Don't think it through.
Know the deaf can
Also say, Boo.
I'm Deaf I said, I bang my head.
He's Deaf he said, let's band our Head
Never met, never spoke.
Cry and cry, go (heart) broke.
In the air, smell gun smoke.
End the race, who will croak?
Walk the avenue
To the barbecue.
Clock says, Cuckoo.
Guns can't say, Boo.
I'll just say, Boo.
Hide gross revenue.
Know the dead can
Only say, Boo.
I'm Deaf I said, I bang my head.
He's Deaf he said, let's bang our head.
Never met, never spoke,
Cry and cry, go (heart) broke.
In the air, smell gun smoke.
End the race, who will croak?
Get clue after clue.
Don't think it through.
Know the deaf can
Also say, Boo.
I'm Deaf I said, I bang my head.
He's Deaf he said, let's band our Head
Never met, never spoke.
Cry and cry, go (heart) broke.
In the air, smell gun smoke.
End the race, who will croak?
Walk the avenue
To the barbecue.
Clock says, Cuckoo.
Guns can't say, Boo.
I'll just say, Boo.
Writer: Brian Alalfitano, Jason Klein, Justin Pearson, Scott Osment, Tommy Meehan
Copyright: Lyrics © MOTHERSHIP MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © MOTHERSHIP MUSIC PUBLISHING