[Mr Howell:] The dinner was fine, until she opened her mouth

Oh, Candy!(Yeah!) Oh, Candy!(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!?)
Behind her teeth fifteen rats started screaming and sobbing
Candy Girl!(Yeah!) Candy Girl! (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!)

We're kissing in the car
those rodent's smoked cigars
in her throat(Yeah!) blowing smoke(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!)
Look at me! (Yeah!) Oh, 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 into her apartment
You say, "it's getting awfully late"
and then sucks on your ear
Her clothes fall off, and she presses into you
But those rats have rats have chewed a hole straight through
Her navel (Yeah!) Her 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
(Yeah? Yeah! Yeah? Yeah!)

[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 to tears
To shit eaten grins

When you wake up in the morning, oh-oh
You find yourself alone in Candy's bed
And everything is gone:
paintings, jewels, songs
Candy's blowing in the breeze;
those rats devoured her up in her sleep
Her skin's tied to the bed post,
like a flag on a ship of ghosts
You read the letter on the dresser, oh-oh
The sick brown sun rubbing in your soul

[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 bawling
Their eyes turned to icicles
Crying; "We need a vacancy!
We need a vacancy!"