"Rats And Rats And Rats For Candy" lyrics
[Mr. Howell:] The dinner was fine until she opened her mouth
Oh, Candy! Oh, Candy!
Behind her teeth 15 rats started screaming and sobbing
Candy girl! Candy girl!
When we were kissing in the car
Those rodents smoked cigars
In her throat, blowing smoke
(You turn on the lights and look a bit closer...
There's shutters on her eyes, there's a door on her thigh.)
[Candy:] These rats are not living inside my hotel face
They're just sick and they need a bed lined with fine lace
[Mr. Howell:] You know that pity's got an ugly price tag
[Rats:] Our fur feels like it's on fire
There's thorns growing on our bones
Our hunger is x-rated
Oh, mother, we love you so!
Candy invites you upstairs, you say it's getting awfully late
But she yanks your hand through the door
Her clothes fall off and she presses into you
But those rats have chewed a hole straight through
Her navel and nipple
[Mr. Howell:] Oh, Candy. I've got to go
[Candy:] Oh, won't you stay the night with me Mr. Howell!
These rats are not living inside my hotel face
They're just sick and need a bed lined with fine lace
[Mr. Howell:] You know that pity's got an ugly price tag
These rats are not living inside my hotel face
They're just sick and need a bed lined with fine lace
[Mr. Howell:] You know that pity's got an ugly price tag
[Rats:] Our muscles have turned to cement
We're coughing up needles and nails
Our veins are flowing barbed wire
Oh, mother, we are so frail!
But wait! We've got a trick for him
We twist tears into shit eaten grins
When you wake up in the morning
You find yourself alone in Candy's bed
And everything is gone:
Paintings, jewels, songs
Candy's blowing in the breeze
Those rats devoured her up in her sleep
Her skin's tied to the bed post
Like a flag on a ship of ghosts
You read the letter on the dresser
The sick brown sun rubbing in your soul
[Reading letter:] Oh, mother, you should have known
You should have seen through our fake broken bones
Our tears that we razor-sharpened
Were calculated to rob you blind
[Mr. Howell:] Three weeks later from that day
I saw those rats on a bicycle bicycle
They crept by me and started balling
Their eyes turned to icicles icicles
"We need a vacancy!"
"We need a vacancy!"
"We need a vacancy!"
"We need a vacancy!"
Oh, Candy! Oh, Candy!
Behind her teeth 15 rats started screaming and sobbing
Candy girl! Candy girl!
When we were kissing in the car
Those rodents smoked cigars
In her throat, blowing smoke
(You turn on the lights and look a bit closer...
There's shutters on her eyes, there's a door on her thigh.)
[Candy:] These rats are not living inside my hotel face
They're just sick and they need a bed lined with fine lace
[Mr. Howell:] You know that pity's got an ugly price tag
[Rats:] Our fur feels like it's on fire
There's thorns growing on our bones
Our hunger is x-rated
Oh, mother, we love you so!
Candy invites you upstairs, you say it's getting awfully late
But she yanks your hand through the door
Her clothes fall off and she presses into you
But those rats have chewed a hole straight through
Her navel and nipple
[Mr. Howell:] Oh, Candy. I've got to go
[Candy:] Oh, won't you stay the night with me Mr. Howell!
These rats are not living inside my hotel face
They're just sick and need a bed lined with fine lace
[Mr. Howell:] You know that pity's got an ugly price tag
These rats are not living inside my hotel face
They're just sick and need a bed lined with fine lace
[Mr. Howell:] You know that pity's got an ugly price tag
[Rats:] Our muscles have turned to cement
We're coughing up needles and nails
Our veins are flowing barbed wire
Oh, mother, we are so frail!
But wait! We've got a trick for him
We twist tears into shit eaten grins
When you wake up in the morning
You find yourself alone in Candy's bed
And everything is gone:
Paintings, jewels, songs
Candy's blowing in the breeze
Those rats devoured her up in her sleep
Her skin's tied to the bed post
Like a flag on a ship of ghosts
You read the letter on the dresser
The sick brown sun rubbing in your soul
[Reading letter:] Oh, mother, you should have known
You should have seen through our fake broken bones
Our tears that we razor-sharpened
Were calculated to rob you blind
[Mr. Howell:] Three weeks later from that day
I saw those rats on a bicycle bicycle
They crept by me and started balling
Their eyes turned to icicles icicles
"We need a vacancy!"
"We need a vacancy!"
"We need a vacancy!"
"We need a vacancy!"
Writer(s): Cody Votolato, Jordan Blilie, Morgan Henderson, Johnny Whitney, Mark Gajadhar
