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