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

Alright