Rats And Rats And Rats For Candy Lyrics

[Mr. Howell:] The dinner was perfect until she opened her mouth.

Oh, Candy! (Yeah!) Oh, Candy! (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!)

Behind her teeth fifteen rats started screaming and sobbing.

Candy Girl! (Yeah!) Candy Girl! (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!)



We're kissing in the car

those rodent's smoked cigars.

In her throat! (Yeah!) They're blowing smoke! (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!)

Oh, Candy! (Yeah!) I have to go! (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!)



[Candy:] These rats are not living inside my Hotel face.

They're just sick, and they need a bed lined with fine lace.



You know that pity's got an ugly price tag?



[Rats:] Our fur feels like it's on fire!

There's thorns growing in our bones!

Our hunger is X-Rated.

Oh, Mother, we love you so.



Candy invites you upstairs to her apartment,

you say "it's getting awfully late"

and then she sticks onto you,

her clothes fall off,

and she pushes into you.

But those rats have chewed a hole straight through.

Her navel (yeah!) her nipple! (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.)

Oh, Candy! I've got to go!



[Candy:] Won't you spend the night with me, Mr. Howell!?

These rats are not living inside my hotel face,

they are just sick, and need a bed lined with fine lace.



You know that pity's got an ugly pricetag.



[Rats:] Our muscles have turned into cement!

We're coughing up needles and nails!

Our veins are flowing with barbed wire!

Oh, Mother, we are so frail!

But wait! We've got a trick for him.

We'll twist tears into shit eaten grins.



When you wake up in the morning, oh-oh.

You find yourself alone in Candy's bed.

And everything is gone.

The paintings, jewels, and songs.

But, Candy's blowing in the breeze.

The rats devoured her up, in her sleep, oh.

Her skins tied to the bed post,

like a flag on a ship of ghosts.

You read the letter on the dresser, oh-oh.

The sick brown sun rubbing in your soul.



[letter:] Oh mother, you should have known.

You should have seen through our fake broken bones.

Our tears that were 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 bawling:

their eyes turned to icicles(icicles)

"ohhh-nooo we need a vacancy."