Put up your defenses Those electric-fences Protect our gardens of garbage Best made men Like worms to a dead bird Flock into oblivion I don't think that we've won anything yet What are these rats racing against? They just charge unquestioned I never pay any attention I never could punch straight through the door More gentile than gentleman Not a lightweight anymore My pulse slips I'm taking care of business When I look at what my wilted hands have sown Polish our pretenses Just to numb the senses Sweep the dust under the carpet Best love-wreck Your moods swing profusely Sweating the small things We all say yes, yes in the end What are these rats racing against? I know that I'm just one of them