no i don't want your sugar,
please don't put me in a fishbowl,
in a subterranean rathole
is where i call my home,
yeah i eat your garbage
but i really like your corn chips,
life is better in the tunnels
where i can't hear you on the phone..
*chorus can you tell me where to go
when you've made the world a rathole*
i still don't want your sugar
but i'll take it and i'll eat it
since you coat the city streets with it
there's not much else for me to do,
i'd love to see reality
dawn upon these human beings
it's clear to me you make no
sense the rich get fat
the poor don't get none
and my instincts tell me where to go..
and my instincts...
*chorus* cause no one's home,
no one's home, in a rathole.