Chapman-Whitney Millions have cried for millions that died Oh, that's right (ooh, that's right) For things that they strived, more millions just sighed Oh, that's right (ooh, that's right) Made excuses and lied, stood numb stupified Oh, that's right (ooh, that's right). And they're wondering which side of the fence they should fall Rats in the cellar, their backs to the wall Cornered, a rat can be very tall No Solomon wisdom around. I just might burn it down I just might .. Wakening mourning eyes, yeah Bells and alarms ring out rise. But to wake up to screaming from dreaming ain't nice My neighbours are screaming from morning to night 'Bout their screaming kids and who should provide Walls are so thin, mouths so wide. I just might burn it down I just might .. Ah, millions have cried for millions that died Oh, that's right (ooh, that's right) For things that they strived, more millions just sighed Oh, that's right (ooh, that's right) Made excuses and lied, stood numb stupified Oh, that's right (ooh, that's right). And they're wondering which side of the fence they should fall Rats in the cellar, their backs to the wall Cornered, a rat can be very tall No Solomon wisdom around. I just might burn it down I just might burn it down I just might burn it down I just might .. I been a gambler all my life, yeah.