Made Of Rats - Orange Goblin, John Garcia

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

My brain’s made of chalk, yeah, and 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, yeah

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