Every little thing in the room is perfect
The pillows look casually thrown but clean
The curtains are centered lengthwise against the eggshell
But the rat, the rat, the rat, has reappeared
I believe you left your youth somewhere at the edge of paradise
And the ball you were kicking down the country lane stopped
While you watched the sky grow tired once again
And now the rat, the rat, the rat, has reappeared
You thought you were using this crisis as a kind of crowbar
You thought you were prying wide the secret door
And there had been a new kind of sweetness to your tears
But now the rat, the rat, the rat, has reappeared
And the rat will sit and watch you cry your eyes out
Its eyes are green, it's the size of a grown man's fist
You had assumed your fistmaking days were over
But now the rat, the rat, the rat, has reappeared
You thought you had already seen everyone go by
You thought you were done with the dream of the golden sphere
Now you just can't let anything walk past you
Because the rat, the rat, the rat, has reappeared