Out of the woodwork keeping hidden where they hide Par for the course the highest horse on which they ride The devil's grin, illness is in so claim your prize Without the facts on track samaratism dies
I've got this chronic fever You'll cure me non-believers Still ill and rehabilitated By those sick enough to have created
Symbols of sanity decreasing year by year Inflated vanity you learn to hold so dear Opposite, synonymous, withholding every truth I live to tell the tale for I am living proof
Rats They're living in the infirmary Rats And they've been crawling all over me Rats We feed them in the infirmary Rats And they've been crawling all over me
We're just part of the smallest fraction Not worthy of any reaction Without a clue you're over medicated By those sick enough to have created
I'm not a stranger to the threat of every modern day Never got the facts on track and time will win this race Each tragic accident there's a hero in its place Your good intention for attention is gaining praise
Rats They're living in the infirmary Rats And they've been crawling all over me Rats We feed them in the infirmary Rats And they've been crawling all over meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
