I am the lonely ratter, I ride the belts all day
Searching for the red cross signs, the rats come out to play

I see the busy miners, in awe of their lust for .......ore
They fill their yellow containers and then come back for more

I'm glad I'm not a miner, they're noisy and they smell
They're also fucking ugly - as ugly as all hell

I want to be a voyager and roam the stars at will
Searching for adventure and, some nasty rats to kill

Born as a Gallente, got in trouble with the law
Shooting up my own kind, my standings are no more

Nullsec space now beckons, with lawlessness the norm
Shoot up who you like and keep those blasters warm

The lonely ratter now comes of age, his mask is worn with pride
Just keep your eyes on local and if all else fails, just hide

Survival isn't easy, kill or be killed they say
Reds and greys, they're all the same - cannon fodder for today