Rats 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 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