My baby’s in my blood and in you
And where we are and what the wind blew
Sideways and backwards
Here by the ocean
I got murderous urges
I got murderous urges
There's lead in the water that we drink
And in the paint on the ceiling
Chipped off and falling
There's rats in the attic
I got murderous urges
I got murderous urges

Oh oh
This land is mine full of poison
In hidden corners of my home
Seeds were thrown
There are no weapons so we can't fight what grows inside me
Is it alive
Rats in the attic
Rats in the attic
Rats in the attic