Verse 1

By the bakery wall where the warm crumbs fall,

Little feet keep time in the evening air.

You built your towers tall, you painted every hall,

But we know every crack and we know every stair.

Chorus

Rats will outlast Babylon,

Through the dust and through the dawn.

When the proud old stones are gone,

Rats will outlast Babylon.

Verse 2

You can lock the gate, you can guard the grain,

We slip through the seams where the old pipes run.

We make a home from the scraps you leave behind,

And we share what we find when the day is done.

Chorus

Rats will outlast Babylon,