The rat's in its room
There's trash in there, too
I'm trying to coax it out
But it's asking for you

Paint half the walls
And Scott's in the hall
He owes tens of thousands of dollars
To Mortimer Smalls
You don't even wanna know what's in the back of that yellow truck
But have a fresh-picked strawberry, the sun's coming up

Bait and tackle
Wriggle and writhe
Howl and cackle
Do you think this guy died?
The cat's in the window
Mouse in the house
I saw one come running right out of his mouth

No more babies
They can't make it through the maze
We made it to moonlight in a daze

You've got glue on your fingers
Strangers in your car
You grab the handle, and I'll grab the crowbar
His hand's in your glovebox
He looks up in dread
He's not trying to go back to the county jail
With a gash in his head

All's well that ends well, but sometimes, it just ends
All's well that ends well, but sometimes, it just ends
All's well that ends well, but sometimes, it just ends
All's well that ends well, but sometimes, it just ends
All's well that ends well, but sometimes, it just ends
All's well that ends well, but sometimes, it just ends

The pig is still in the pudding
The fridge is full of pies
We can't close the windows
But that keeps us alive
Creosote packs the chimney
Another fuse has blown
Not much of a house or a home