Top Songs By Orange Goblin
Lyrics
London, we are all made of rats
If it seems like I'm sinking
And I'm talking to the back of my hand
Because I've been drinking
'Cause I don't understand
Why I'm out of my depth here
And I'm out of my mind
No one showed me an outdoor
And I didn't come in here to die
Made of rats
Made of rats, yeah
Made of rats
I've got no silver lining, I've got holes in my shoes
I'm so tired of whining athese downtrodden blues
Top my head's a volcano, it's about to explode
And my brain's made of chalk, yeah
It slowly corrodes
Made of rats
Made of rats, yeah
Made of rats
Alright
I got no silver lining, I got holes in his shoes
I'm so tired of whining all these downtrodden blues
And I'm out of my depth, yeah, said I'm out of my mind
No one showed me an outdoor
And I didn't come here to die
Had enough isolation
Ain't in tune with no Lord
Hope they bottle salvation
'Cause it's all I can afford
It's no long-term solution
I've got no future plans
So for now, sit here drinking
As I talk to the back of my hand
Made of rats
Made of rats, yeah
Made of rats
'Cause I am afraid I'm made made of rats
Made of rats
Yeah, I said I'm made out of rats
Fucking made out of rats now
Alright
Thank you very much, everybody
Writer(s): Ben Ward, Joe Hoare, Chris Turner, Martyn Millard, Pete O'malley
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