If it seems like 
I'm sinking 
And I'm talking to the back of my hand 
It's because 
I've been drinking '
Cos I don't understand 
Why I'm out of my depth here 
And I'm out of my mind 
No one showed me an out door 
And I didn't come in here to die 
Made of rats 
Made of rats, yeah 
Made of rats 
I got no silver lining 
I've got holes in my shoes 
I'm so tired of whining 
All these downtrodden blues 
Yeah, my head's a volcano 
That's about to explode 
And my brain's made of chalk, yeah 
Now it slowly corrodes 
Made of rats 
Made of rats, yeah 
Made of rats 
I got no silver lining 
He's got holes in his shoes 
I'm so tired of whining 
All these downtrodden blues 
And I'm out of my depth, yeah 
And he's out of his mind 
No one showed me an out door 
And we didn't come in here to die 
Had enough isolation 
Ain't in tune with no lord 
Hope they bottle salvation '
Cos it's all 
I can afford 
It's no long-term solution 
We got no future plans 
So for now, sit here drinking 
As we talk to the back of our hands 
Made of rats 
Made of rats, yeah 
Made of rats 
Yes I was, fuckin' made of rats 
Yeah, fuckin' made of rats, yeah 
Made of rats 
Made of rats 
Alright