Story Behind The Song
Fishing for rats is a contest in Baltimore. Junkies hook up peanut butter to their fishing line and go chumming for rats down by the docks and if they catch a big rat, they win a few bucks, can buy some H and keep on fishing.
Song Description
Junkies hook up peanut butter to their fishing line and go chumming for rats down by the docks. The biggest rat wins a prize.
| Song Length |
3:27 |
Genre |
Blues - Rock, Rock - Psychedelic |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Pleasant |
Subject |
City, Recovery |
| Similar Artists |
The Doors, Eric Clapton |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Fishing for rats down on Felspoint. God knows I need to score. Fishing for rats on Felspoint, a block from the harbor shore. Walking around on Felspoint, lost in Baltimore.
Chorus: You got your line, you got your bait. You hook it up cause you just can't wait. You hit the streets when you're soft and warm. Fishing again now before the dawn.
Kicking my heels down H Street, a jingle jangle doom. 12 bar shuffle down H St., and Duffy's howling down at the moon. God get me off of this H St. and God please make it soon.
You got your line, you got your bait. You hook it up cause you just can't wait. You hit the streets when you're soft and warm. Fishing again now before the dawn. Before the Dawn, before the dawn. Fishing again now before the dawn.
Tripping again down H St. The street that has no end. A lemon and lime or a coconut, God knows I need a friend. God get me off of this H St., and God please make it soon. I'm lost in Baltimore. Wo, wo.