Rats

Rats over the dishes

Rats over the dishes

Please tell me what the ratties say

Please tell me what the ratties say

Rats over the dishes



And God was certainly a genius

To expose this human weakness



Rats over the dishes

Please tell me what the ratties say



And the doorway is a cutaway of flesh and bone

Lay me down upon a bed of roses



And to think that this was once my home

But now some sick bastard's pleasure dome

They say to build a better man trap

Will lead the rats to beat a path to your door



Build a better man trap

And the rats will beat a path to your door