Made of Rats

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