Cafeteria Rats Lyrics

I knew a man
Who would lock himself
Inside of his office
And try to knock the house down
With his head.

I know a New York designer
Who lives in LA
He is bored, he is crap
He is a fucking disgrace
To the trade.

I know a London couple
With a beautiful house
And,
When they come home
They would find a model.
In the bath or the bed.

I wanna shake your hand
I wanna shake your hand
I wanna shake your hand
As your coming down