Walkin' under streets and I got no one to meet
I got concrete in my shoes and I got no time to sleep
I got tattoos on my neck from last week's mistake
I've been sleeping in the sewers peeking out from the grate
They call me the Ratman and through the underground I will crawl just
Take one look and you'll see all my scratches on the wall
I feed on cheese and garbage and of course the occasional corpse
Hunting me some dinner is my favorite sport
The Ratman lives
But hey what gives?
The Ratman lives
The Ratman always lives
The Ratman fucking lives
Scurry scurry scurry yeah that's all I ever do
Making friends with all the roaches crawling in out of the blue
I've been so fucking bored down here there ain't nothing to do
I've been bouncing off the walls looking for something to screw
I'm the rat fucking king, and I'm the king of my court
And it's all my lucid dream so I will always keep it short
Killed all the fucking feds so they've got nothing to report
If you really think I'm dead well then allow me to retort
The Ratman lives
But hey what gives?
The Ratman lives
The Ratman always lives
The Ratman fucking lives