"So I made my way to the quaint mountain hamlet of Nibbelmark..." "They said they had a... rat problem." [Verse 1] Hoof into town, slick with filth, Drains gurglin' with the poor man’s guilt. Coins from the council, city elites, “Clear every rat from alley and streets.” Hurdy-gurdy spins, wheel tight and sharp, Vermin perk up in shadows dark. Through gutters alive with hidden schemes, The silent furred multitudes teem. [Pre-Chorus 1] Strings hummin' tight, the night alive, I'm doin' my job, crankin' to drive... 'em out! [Chorus 1] Crank the wheel, the rats obey! Through the streets, they scurry away. Nibbelmark is churnin' tonight, Squeakers swarmin' furry flight. [Verse 2] I pump that crank, the wheel a-whirl, Rats dart and twist, tails curl and twirl. Down winding lanes I lead them fast, Clippin' and cloppin' in merry dance. Eyes glint sharp, a cunning spark, A hidden rhythm shared 'neath the dark. I laugh aloud, the town thinks me wild, Yet class consciousness stirred, inside me riled. [Pre-Chorus 2] Strings singin', the downtrodden unite, Let's crank together against your plight! Let's go! [Chorus 2] Crank the wheel, the rats repay! Through the streets, they slide and sway. Nibbelmark obeys our call, As my brethren rise UP from their crawl! [Bridge] I see your faces, fierce and keen, As the fat cats’ lies now lose their sheen. Hurdy-gurdy screams, my vision clears, I side with you, my mouse-keteers! [Verse 3] Rats return, gutters ignite, Through shattered streets, they reclaim the night. Proletari-rat, a rising throng, Nibbelmark bends beneath their song. Every alley, every lane, They march back strong to stake their reign. I crank the wheel with fresh delight, Leading them to a righteous fight. [Pre-Chorus 3] Strings howlin', a relentless squall, Nibbelmark belongs to you all! Take it back! [Final Chorus] Crank the wheel, this is your day! I offer just my humble neigh! Nibbelmark is yours tonight, Proletari-rat assert your rights! "Bury those rich bastards... in rat shit! Hey!"
