The rats in the wall are mixing up a message
But they can't get to grips with the stamps or addressage
And I'd kill them all - 'cos I've a rat's sense of humour:
A joke's not "I love you", it's news of another tumour.
SO BRING YOUR CLEAVER INTO THE SHOWER
I'LL BE YOUR KING FOR THE NEXT HALF HOUR
EVERYTHING'S TEMPORARY LIKE CUT FLOWERS
BUT I'LL BE YOUR KING FOR THE NEXT HALF HOUR
Stop making eyes at the boys on the busses!
You can ring my bell if you drop me where the dust is.
My French pen friend writes about the slaughter,
She says you pick up your bandage from the hospital porter
BRING YOUR CLEAVER INTO THE SHOWER...
I sing my soul to all and sundry,
These Sunday shenanigans, this maudlin assembly,
Tom waits for no man in the gardening shed
While I write these notes from a hospital bed.