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 me