I'm gonna try and remember them without listening to the song, I think I can do it

What's that you're hiding behind your back?
Is it a toy or a gun or a snack or a knife or a bomb or a rock or a friend?
I know what it is. Yes I know what it is.

Like the rat in your stomach that's clawing for air
He's hot and he's humid and he's melting in there!
Open your teeth, let's see what he says
Only a true friend like you'd want me dead

I like the people who think for themselves
Black eyed and crucified and going to hell
Rats in my mouth with salt in their blood you
Can't spit them out without saying I love you