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