Rats Songtext / Lyric

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