Can you smell the smell? Can you hear that sound? Can you see that shadow? Feel them running 'round? Well, you better not Turn your back Get the men to Set some traps Because there's rats, rats, rats, rats In the walls In the foundations by the twisted corpse It's all in your mind, of course Well, they're amongst the rotting meat Where those rats have their feast Well, there's rats, rats, rats In the walls Each time they gnaw, each time they bite Out goes another light In the foundations they wait, they rot and they die Living lives built on lies