Lyrics

I would have got started, but I had so many setbacks Shot down in the final round by a squadron of hacks So many faces out in the spring-winter thaw And all the white girls singing sha la la la la la la la la la A river of stars flowing overhead tonight Fish are jumping in the riverbed as I blow out the light I left a mental note on the path that I chose The milk carton photograph, it was overexposed Rats in the front room, rats in the hall I'm on the floor, boys, climbing the walls Talk about loving, talk can be cheap She's there making love in the next room, I can't get no sleep I want to travel across this land with a pack, man, and a mule I want to see the Erie Canal 'cause I think it would be cool Skeptical people tell me no one is innocent They say "ladies and gentlemen, we're approaching our descent" Music in back growing louder and louder Couldn't put my finger on it, something about her Oh! Rats in the front room, rats at the mall I'm on the floor, boys, climbing the walls Look at this hand, man, read 'em and weep She's there making love in the next room, I can't get no sleep! Rats in the front room, down at the mall They're everywhere and I'm climbing the walls Some kind of logic, one giant leap I hear her making love in the next room, I can't get no sleep At all!