Vault of the Fat Rats

Seven floors of steel and money
Down beneath the private drive
Every panic room a palace
Every palace kept alive
Locked inside

And the vault door sealed behind them
With their wine and with their gold
Something scratching in the ductwork
Something hungry, something old

Count the doors until the dark
Count them backward
Count the doors until the dark
I built a shelter for the wealthy
I built a shelter for the wealthy
They won't share

The broker laughed at my warnings
Said his bunker's rated best
So he stocked it full of caviar
And sold the rest
And sold the rest

Now the air scrubbers are failing
Thirty mouths against the four
Every rat a little fatter
Every rat inside the door

Count the doors until the dark
Count them backward
Count the doors until the dark
I built a shelter for the wealthy
I built a shelter for the wealthy
They won't share

Subdivide the fortune
Subdivide the grain
Subdivide the fortune
Until they eat their own
Until they eat their own

Count the doors until the dark
Count them backward
Count the doors until the dark
I built a shelter for the wealthy
I built a shelter for the wealthy
They won't share

Greed
Greed
Greed — the arithmetic