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 is certainly the genius To expose the 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 [Incomprehensible] 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