My baby's in my blood And in you And where we are And what the wind blew sideways And backwards Here by the ocean I've got murderous urges I've got murderous urges There's lead in the water that we drink And in the paint on the ceiling chipped off and falling There's rats in the attic I've got murderous urges I've got murderous urges This land is mine full of poison Inhaled in corners of my home Seeds were thrown There are no weapons so we can't fight What grows inside me Is it alive? Rats in the attic