Billy don&#39;t like it living here in this town<br />
He says traps have been sprung long before he was born<br />
He says &quot;hope bites the dust behind all the closed doors<br />
And pus and grime ooze from its scab-crusted sores<br />
There&#39;s screaming and crying in the &lt;strong&gt;high-rise &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;] blocks&quot;<br />
It&#39;s a rat trap, Billy, but you&#39;re already caught<br />
And you can make it if you want to or you need it bad enough<br />
You&#39;re young and good-looking and you&#39;re acting kind of tough<br />
Anyway it&#39;s Saturday night, time to see what&#39;s going down<br />
Put on a bright suit, Billy, head for the right side of town<br />
It&#39;s only eight o&#39;clock, but you&#39;re already bored<br />
You don&#39;t know what it is, but there&#39;s got to be more<br />
You&#39;d better find a way out, hey, kick down that door<br />
It&#39;s a rat &lt;strong&gt;trap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;]<br />
Rat Trap by Bob Geldof<br />
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