If it seems like I'm sinking And I'm talking to the back of my hand It's because I've been drinking 'Cos I don't understand Why I'm out of my depth here And I'm out of my mind No one showed me an out door And I didn't come in here to die
Made of rats Made of rats, yeah Made of rats
I got no silver lining I've got holes in my shoes I'm so tired of whining All these downtrodden blues Yeah, my head's a volcano That's about to explode And my brain's made of chalk, yeah Now it slowly corrodes
Made of rats Made of rats, yeah Made of rats
I got no silver lining He's got holes in his shoes I'm so tired of whining All these downtrodden blues And I'm out of my depth, yeah And he's out of his mind No one showed me an out door And we didn't come in here to die
Had enough isolation Ain't in tune with no lord Hope they bottle salvation 'Cos it's all I can afford It's no long-term solution We got no future plans So for now, sit here drinking As we talk to the back of our hands
Made of rats Made of rats, yeah Made of rats Yes I was, fuckin' made of rats Yeah, fuckin' made of rats, yeah Made of rats Made of rats AlrightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
