Freedom of rodents

I don’t want the fancy clothesFast cars or 3-storey houseWhat I really want is a freedomThat enjoys my friend – little mouse

Traps and poisons and sticky papersMonstrous creatures that they call catsSo far, have been darn near uselessWhen it comes to the mice and rats

With a perfect political systemNo banks, no jobs, no moniesThe rodents are mostly concernedOn how to fill their tummies

We, the humans, in all our gloryAre the slaves of the worst driversCannon fodder is our destinyNo witnesses, no survivors.