Lyrics:

The dinner was fine until she opened her mouth
Oh, Candy, yeah! Oh, Candy, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Behind her teeth, 15 rats started screaming and sobbing
Candy girl, yeah! Candy girl, yeah, yeah, yeah!
When we were kissing in the car
Those rodents smoked cigars
In her throat, yeah, blowing smoke, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, Candy, yeah, I've got to go, yeah, yeah, yeah
These rats are not living inside my hotel face
They're just sick and they need a bed lined with fine lace
You know that pity's got an ugly price tag
Our fur feels like it's on fire
There's thorns growing on our bones
Our hunger is X-rated
Oh, mother, we love you so!
(Candy invites you upstairs to her apartment
You say it's getting awfully late, but she yanks
Her clothes fall off and she presses into you
But those rats have chewed a hole straight through
Her navel, yeah, her nipple, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, Candy, yeah, I've got to go, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, won't you stay the night with me, Mr. Howell!
These rats are not living inside my hotel face
They're just sick and they need a bed lined with fine lace
You know that pity's got an ugly price tag
These rats are not living inside my hotel face
They're just sick and they need a bed lined with fine lace
You know that pity's got an ugly price tag
Our muscles have turned to cement
We're coughing up needles and nails
Our veins are flowing barbed wire
Oh, mother, we are so frail!
But wait, we've got
A trick for him
We twist tears into
Shit-eating grins
(When you wake up in the morning, oh-oh
You find yourself alone in Candy's bed, oh
And everything is gone:
The Paintings, jewels, songs
But Candy's blowing in the breeze, oh-oh
Those rats devoured her up in her sleep, oh
Her skin's tied to the bed post
Like a flag on a ship of ghosts
You read the letter on the dresser, oh-oh
The sick brown sun rubbing in your soul, oh)

Oh, mother, you should have known
You should have seen through our fake broken bones
Our tears that we razor-sharpened
Were calculated to rob you blind
Three weeks later from that day
I saw those rats on a bicycle, bicycle
They crept by me and started bawling
Their eyes turned to icicles, icicles
Crying, crying
'We need a vacancy!'
Crying, crying
'We need a vacancy!'
Crying, crying
'We need a vacancy!'
Crying, crying
'We need a vacancy!'