I went down to Warsaw
Guess just what I saw
I Saw the Ghetto Uprising
Oh Lord, was it surprising

Cults of personality
Come take away reality
Arms labeled with the rune
You're coming to my room
Well, is now too soon

Another holiday begun
A holiday in the sun
Everywhere angry men
This place, a new

(Chorus)
Rats in the cellar
Rats in my bed
Rats in the closet
Rats in my head
But we are the rats
What should we do
Poisoned, that's a fact
Need some Prussian Blue

They want a pound of flesh
Burn away all the rest
Oh god, need some Valium
Oh god, is this Thallium

In the rain, cry and moan
In our head's a cyclone
All is done, all is said
A cyclone in our very heads
And with the eye we are dead

As my body leaves my soul
Flashes of days so old
Of days so tired and long
Of days so long and gone

(Chorus)
Rats in the cellar
Rats in my bed
Rats in the closet
Rats in my head
But we are the rats
What should we do
Poisoned, that's a fact
Need some Prussian Blue