Lyrics:

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
Rats over the dishes
Please tell me what the ratties say
Please tell me what the ratties say
Rats over the dishes

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
The rats, they will beat a path to your door


And the doorway is a cutaway of flesh and bone
And the doorway is a cutaway of flesh and bone
Lay me down upon a bed of roses
Lay me down upon a bed of roses

Rats
Rats
Rats
Beat a path to my door

Build a better man trap
And the rats will beat a path to your door
Build a better man trap
And the rats will beat a path to your door
Build a better man trap
And the rats will beat a path to your door
Build a better man trap
And the rats will beat a path to your door