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