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