rats in my walls - ratbag

I teach a class of phony principles of mathematics In a fine Northeastern school. I've read the great philosophies of Plato, Christ and Socrates And I live by most their rules, But at 3 o'clock I start to get the blues I read your advertisement in the Voice Seeking some companionship to pass the lonely days You made no stipulations, and only signed it "Friend" Oh it's 3 o'clock, and I'm alone again I love to listen to the melodies of Bach and Beethoven And I think Bowie's a gas. In '68 I worked for Gene and helped bring down the big machine And I prayed that it would last But at 3 o'clock I start to get the blues I read your advertisement in the Voice Seeking some companionship to pass the lonely days You made no stipulations, and only signed it "Friend" Oh it's 3 o'clock, and I'm alone again I have a 9 room house completly furnished in the best of taste And I drive a brand new Porche I have a Quadraphonic system with complete access to tapes And I could be a Santa Claus But at 3 o'clock I start to get the blues I read your advertisement in the Voice Seeking some companionship to pass the lonely days You made no stipulations, and only signed it "Friend" Oh it's 3 o'clock, and I'm alone again

Joe was a dishwasher in old Jackson City Lenny was a cook in Santa Fe Micky ran the numbers for a friend in Nevada And I'm gettin' fatter every day Might as well get back to my music (to my music) Might as well get back Get back Tex! He played the big street for a while, yeah in New York Frank will find a place for you to stay Denny ran a topless joint in the City of the Angels And I'm gettin' fatter every day Might as well get back to my music (to my music) Might as well get back Get back Cat! Get back John! Well he's a genius Everybody knows a B.S. Artie's pushing egg-beaters and trays Mike and Gary Allen mark the old big-deaded heavies But it's me who's fatter every day Might as well get back to my music (to my music) Might as well get back Get back Tex! Get back to my music (to my music) Might as well get back Get back John! Get back, get back to my music Get back to my music (get back) Might as well get back Get back Mike! Get back, get back to my music Get back to my music (get back) Might as well get back Get back Ah, ah, ah, ah

I thought it was a normal day Everything felt kinda ordinary Pile of dirty laundry It was a little high See, I talked the same (talked the same) Walked the same (walked the same) And it never really dawned on me That the shadows on my walls They told the time I think I've lost my mind Is your head sleepy, hollow? You ain't fine Unhinged like Frankenstein Screw loose, and I'm running on borrowed Time, time, time Yeah, I thought I was okay Just a little sick of love like Cobain Felt like an old man Tired all the time, and grumpy in a funk And maybe 'cos I went and drunk again An understatement, I understand Compliments to the chef Nonetheless, sick of beef with friends Sick and tired of being divided Why did I even waste my breath? Concerned, I think I went and lost my mind After one too many mushrooms at Kev's Forgettin' why I was even angry In the same breath Preachin' Gandhi, preachin' all that Paul McCartney, carried all that Baggage on me And I'm sick of feeling not like myself (not like myself) But then I'll go and follow somebody else It doesn't make sense, I blame it on the moon It was everybody else but you Moon-dance away from all my problems Smoothest criminal when I will move (Ow!) And I knew I was doomed when I started talkin' like Judy Momma said, "You're only really ever judged When you feel unworthy" Most concerning thing, I was either high or smashed Like chandeliers 'Cos you know me, right? Can we forget last year? I think I've lost my mind Is your head sleepy, hollow? You ain't fine Unhinged like Frankenstein Screw loose, and I'm running on borrowed Time, time, time Yeah Sweet talk Had the Queen in a bedroom Nah, I'm talkin' bout a hotel suite And the size of the bed in the room, I'm still alone With all these bones to pick (Vulture!) Every ex-girl in my head (I told ya!) You expect too much And Paul, you were hardly impressed Maybe yes, maybe I'm just like Kanye West (I'ma let you finish) A little self-obsessed (Okay) You never see me play famous though Never see me smoke tailors, no Slaving over these songs While they all sound asleep (Oh) I'm awake all night long Countin' the same old sheep I had this re-occurrent dream Where I'll fall from heights Through the sky, to the concrete Don't follow me I am not a shepherd nor sheep I will not lead I'm a foreigner on unknown streets Know what you need And follow me 'Cos I think I've lost my mind Is your head sleepy, hollow? You ain't fine Unhinged like Frankenstein Screw loose, and I'm running on borrowed Time, time, time I think I've lost my mind Little head, sleepy hollow You ain't fine Unhinged like Frankenstein Screw loose, and I'm running on borrowed Time, time, time

I was lost just wandering round downtown Many people pushing me around Hate spreads just like infection Those rats jumping on and off my back Fat black rats holding me down I see rats in every direction No time to catch your breath Crazy people lost their heads Masses trampling on my feet, inconsiderate in their heat Those rats breeding angriness and spite Never have done anything right for people like you and me Walk over all the people you can't see If they die there's more bread for me Like snakes crawling through the grass No time to catch your breath Crazy people lost their heads Masses trampling on my feet, inconsiderate in their heat Those rats breeding angriness and spite Never have done anything right for people like you and me See that face man look at me, he's much too selfish to see Once he was warm and was kind Now all he has got is a pinstripe mind See that face man look at me, he's much too selfish to see Once he was warm and was kind Now all he has got is a pinstripe mind

You don't even know me Even though I've been waiting for you in your street And I know it don't matter Even though I've been talking about you for weeks You want some things to happen but you don't want to believe You know I'd wait here I'd give you anything that you please And I know it don't matter Even though I've been talking about you for weeks You know you made me a promise that you don't seem to want to keep (player) I've been laying dead for six hours, hoping someone would call me You want some things to happen but you don't want to believe You know you made me a promise that you don't seem to want to keep I just can't believe that you gave me your disease You're an asshole to me, you make me grind my teeth Be careful with the love that you will receive Can't believe the way you treat honesty, don't lie to me I guess I should try and find the martyr inside me so I can breathe Inside of the foaming upholstery, mixed with some thin leaves it reads Something like you, you were like me, I don't wish to look beneath And find something I forgot about, shut your mouth before I pass out Wrap me 'til extremely dizzy and somewhat Byzantine