They call us greedy squirrels
But we are rats in armor.
They laugh at squirrel fights
But we'll be laughing far more.
But we are rats in armor.
They laugh at squirrel fights
But we'll be laughing far more.
On oaks and walnut trees
They'll hear a rising war cry.
Baby squirrels born,
Let them know you are alive,
They'll hear a rising war cry.
Baby squirrels born,
Let them know you are alive,
Make it your cry!
They call us greedy squirrels
They think they must not feed us.
But if we're armored rats
They call us greedy squirrels
They think they must not feed us.
But if we're armored rats
They'll all respect us.
