Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rats and Rats and Rats For Candy, artist - The Blood Brothers. Date of issue: 16.11.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rats and Rats and Rats For Candy |
| Mr. Howell: The dinner was fine until she opened her mouth. |
| Oh, Candy! |
| Yeah! |
| Oh, Candy! |
| Yeah Yeah Yeah! |
| Behind her teeth 15 rats started screaming and sobbing. |
| Candy girl! |
| Yeah! |
| Candy girl! |
| Yeah Yeah Yeah! |
| When we were kissing in the car |
| those rodents smoked cigars in her throat,(Yeah) blowing smoke. |
| (Yeah Yeah Yeah) |
| (You turn on the lights and look a bit closer… |
| there’s shutters on her eyes, there’s a door on her thigh.) |
| Oh Candy! |
| Yeah! |
| Candy Girl! |
| 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. |
| 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 yeah. |
| and nipple.yeah yeah yeah.) |
| Mr. Howell: Oh, Candy. |
| Yeah. |
| I’ve got to go. |
| Yeah Yeah Yeah. |
| 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. |
| (x2) |
| 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, (Oh Ooh) you find yourself alone in |
| Candy’s bed.(Ooh) And everything is gone: paintings, jewels, songs. |
| Candy’s blowing in the breeze;(Oh Ooh) those rats devoured her up in her sleep. |
| (Ooh) Her skin’s tied to the bed post like a flag on a ship of ghosts. |
| You read the letter on the dresser;(Oh Ooh) 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. |
| They crept by me and started balling, |
| their eyes turned to icicles. |
| Crying, «We need a vacancy!» |