The queen rat.

We get up early to fight the world's traffic
And fetch worms with the focus of a maverick
You touch my body and the bed squirms slowly
It's been a hundred years; i reckon you should know me
It's been eternity
And half a million names and surnames given
To the daughter of the maiden and the flat that she was living in
(it's not evident.)
Beneath the ceiling all the parasites are settling

You know it's not a virtue
If it's meant to hurt you
Tell it to a city that will swallow and desert you
Tell it to the industry and smile with a curtsey
And don't forget to tell it to the woman
Who could wallow and desert me
Firstly
I been talking to a glass darkly
I rip your panties just to blame it on the Marquis
De Sade, i said it to the king and all the king's men
Ever since Queen Rat's been teething

I'm sorry that i'm always leaving